Don't Leave Idiots in Charge of Smaller Idiots [MPC 39]
Apr 30, 2017 5:00:33 GMT
Post by Hiroyo Oda on Apr 30, 2017 5:00:33 GMT
“It’s hard being a Digimon these days. Being one that was tied to a partner only to have the partner disappear is even harder. The world grows grim and bleak without the light that once shined.”
The sky overhead was the brightest Morgan had seen it for a while. After a long string of storms the weather had finally cleared over the Village of Beginnings. Clouds drifted across the sky, pushed on by an intermittent breeze that kept the air from being stagnant and the heat from being oppressive.
The Fanbeemon was working by a carefully arranged collection of eggs. Each egg was nestled on a carefully folded blanket. The eggs had been grouped together according to blanket color with red, green, and blue blanket packs being the most numerous. There was a single purple blanket that had been placed in the shade of a nearby hut rather than the sunlight. Half curled into a c-shape on the roof of that hut was a Kunemon who had his head hanging off the edge, his beak pointed unerringly at the Fanbeemon working below.
“Things that once brought the heart joy only elect a sound of disgust. The heart itself has grown rubbery and rough, like a terribly shelled hard-boiled egg. The drive to seek out the dangers that were once sought out with enthusiasm as evaporated away like a fine piece of ice sublimated when removed from the freezer too carelessly.”
Morgan carefully smoothed out a piece of netting on the ground, his antenna waving over it as he checked for breaks in the rope or loosened knots. His mandibles ground together and his eyes narrowed. There would be no mistakes in his preparation work, not with the future generation counting on him.
There was also his payment to consider.
“That’s the curse of those who have tread life’s path for so long and has seen so much. The carefree happy days fade away with the passage of time while the sorrowful ones sharpen their edges like knives against a whetstone. Even years later the hurt remains, but the smiles have long since faded away like-”
“You drone on and on without any sense of pacing. Please reconsider your decision to narrate film noir.” The Fanbeemon had turned from the net to the carefully cushioned eggs arranged around him in a great semi-circle. He scuttled to the first of the eggs to be transported and started turning it over in his front legs. They had been asked to help Elecmon out by collecting any newly appeared eggs and moving them to the hatching hut. It should have been a very quick job between the two of them.
“-like dead leaves falling from the tree. It is times like these that the words of others can have a dread effect on the will to live of any mon, no matter how hard boiled they are! To persevere without faltering, to keep going even when they’d rather die!” Roger’s antenna twitched and moved as he ‘supervised’ the work. It was warm here on this room, in this village, he didn’t want to move. Five days ago the two had evolved from Baby to In-Training, and two mornings ago they had gone from In-Training to Rookie. It had dazzled and surprised everyone there, to see them grow so quickly. The two insects themselves had been baffled as well.
Evolving again had been like waking up, memories and feelings that had grown fuzzy were thrown again into sharp relief. Like the fact they were still as week as babies, and that the human who held their digivice was nowhere near. Some things should be impossible even in the digital world. “He goes unnoticed despite the fact his very stoicness in the face of adversity would be an inspiration to all who witness it! Truly, he is the very definition of a mon!”
“Are you planning to help at all or are you going to just sit up there being ridiculous all day?” Morgan asked dryly without looking up from the egg he was working with. It was a little tricky to hold it in his claws but he quickly caught onto holding it through the blanket.
“But Mooorgan, sorting and hauling is so boring and slow! You should let me build a slingshot to launch them!” Roger rolled onto his back and stuck out his tongue. His feet wiggled rhythmically in the air for a moment before his entire body relaxed. He had decided to play ‘look out’ on a roof that had a rather prominent lack of obstructions between it and the sun. “If we could get it done fast then it’d be worth doing~”
“If it’s done like that then it might as well not be done at all.” Morgan grumbled under his breath. He raised his head and spoke up so that his voice would carry. “It’d go faster with both of us working. Even if you don’t have hands you can still do something to help.” Roger tapped his beak on the edge of the roof and considered it.
“Hmm….nope! Got better things to do!” He declared and immediately rolled onto his back so his antenna dropped over the side. “Hey, hey, shouldn’t you be hurrying along with those uncooked omelettes. Ah!” Abruptly he sat up, his beak partially opened in a grin. “Hey, hey Morgan.” The Fanbeemon groaned and put a claw to his face. He didn’t need to know what Roger was going to say, he already knew it was terrible.
“Please, don’t.” Roger’s jaws opened a little farther, his antenna twitched.
“Mooorgaaan~” He sing-songed, his tail wagging behind him. “Don’t you want to hear my fabulous idea?”
“No, I want you to get down here and help me.” Morgan growled, the edge of his voice taking on a buzz. The Kunemon just wiggled his entire body.
“Excellent! If we boil the eggs-” There was a loud groan from below him and Roger shut his beak tightly so he wouldn’t break out laughing. “If we boil the eggs then the ‘mons will have an excellent shot at becoming first class hardboiled detectives! They’ll be he-hehehehehe.” Morgan sighed as his brother broke down cackling. Roger's jokes were always so bad when he was bored.
“If you fall I’m not saving you.” He put his claw down and shifted another egg onto the net. A moment later he heard a satisfying yelp and a thud. “Decided to come down after all eh? Does that mean you’re helping too?” His tone was as dry as if he was commenting on the weather. There was a round of cursing behind him and Morgan closed his eyes for a moment, his mouth open in the faintest hint of a grin. Roger had brought this upon himself after all. No need for Morgan to feel bad about his misfortune.
“Ugh, this is dumb and we shouldn’t have to do this anyways.” Roger whined, flipping himself right side up with a determined wiggle. He had landed head first on the ground initially and been stunned long enough he had fallen backwards. Even if it was only his pride injured he was still glad only Morgan was really around to see it. “Let the stuck-up Swanmon deal with it! Or, or Elecmon. He could handle it!”
“I believe you may be holding some sort of grudge over him calling you fish bait.” Roger huffed in disagreement and turned away. His antenna twitching rapidly with annoyance. It annoyed him how calmly his twin was acting. Big stuff had happened!
“Well yeah, I mean first we evolve super quick in like a couple days without our human partner and then they say we need to leave because we’re putting the digitama in danger! Are you seriously not mad about that? We’re as weak as a regular Fresh digimon right now!” ‘They’ was referring to the three digimon who seemed to share the task of acting as caretaker for the village and its inhabitants. The twins had met Elecmon and Swanmon when they were first brought here but neither one had caught sight of the third. “They know we won’t last long on our own, and they’re using that to force us into being manual labor! It’s ridiculous!”
“Not really. If they don’t apply the rules equally to every digimon then it could turn this place into a slaughterhouse.” Morgan stopped shifting eggs to begin folding up the corners of the net he was using for transporting. “This place is only as calm and ‘boring’ as it is because they keep their unspoken agreement with the powers that be. If they let rookies stay here then champions on up would come looking for an easy data grab.”
“‘The only reason interlopers don’t come after Stupid-Feathersmon and the others is that the majority of digimon were cared for in their early stages by the three and hold a lingering sentiment for them.’” Roger quoted, his voice sarcastic and very clearly in ‘I don’t actually care’ territory. “Which, I would like to point out, is complete pink sludge. We certainly weren’t.” That was irrelevant to the conversation entirely and he knew it. After all, they were partnered digimon who had been raised by their human. Maybe it was just the boredom that was making him so cranky. “Blah, blah who cares. Who even are the powers that be anyways, huh?” It was a rhetorical question, they both knew the only powers that be in the digital world were those strong enough to get and keep it.
“Are you done yet? There’s still….six eggs to move.” Morgan checked the knot on the net one last time then gathered it up and took off. His wings buzzed with the strain. For a moment he feared he had miscalculated the weight, then the resistance suddenly lessened as he achieved lift off.
“Yeah, you go ahead and buzz off!” Roger hollered, clicking his mouth angrily as he watched Morgan ascend with the hanging net of eggs up into the air. For a moment he considered leaping onto the net or fouling Morgan’s wings with a quick spray of webbing. It’d be pretty interesting to see what Swanmon would try to do in retaliation!
“You know I’m right!” He called as Morgan carefully maneuvered the net over a hut and out of site. It wasn’t like he was going far but Roger was still pretty pissed. He grumbled incoherently to himself and turned his attention back to the ground. His antenna twitched irritably in front of him as he shuffled around. Why should he help? He didn’t ask for the boring job or for Morgan to bargain with the oldest babysitter trio to get them an escort out of here! Frankly Roger thought the whole thing was ridiculous even as he realized the necessity of it.
Not matter how clever he was, no matter how good he had been, he simply wasn’t there anymore. He knew that the very fact that he and Morgan had evolved from Fresh to Rookie without their bonded human nearby was impossible even by the world’s standards. Evolution was achieved by very specific ways. If a digimon wasn’t bonded to a human then it was by eating and care to rookie, and from there obtaining experience and data by surviving and battling in the harsh world.
For partnered mons it was different. Sure the first two levels were the same, in about the same amount of time. But that was only when the human involved was nearby. For this to happen when mon and human were so far apart and separated for so long. Fifteen years it had been since Roger had seen him last, fifteen years since they had parted ways.
One of the Kunemon’s antenna tapped on something smooth and round and Roger froze. He slid the tips of his antenna across the object then abruptly broke into a short, self-mocking laugh. He’d been so wrapped up in his musing that he had forgotten about the eggs and their carefully chosen blankets!
He froze again, his antenna twitched rhythmically with mischief as he opened his mouth in his version of a mischievous smile. The blankets were carefully chosen because the color corresponded with which of the three guardians of the village the egg was going to. The dark one in the shade was a wildcard, an egg thought to be fated to be bonded to a human and thus not as worried about as the others. It would still be watched, there was a hut specifically for the care of that kind of egg. There was no way the guardians would ever do something that could be considered negligent after all!
It was, truthfully, a well thought out system. If he had been less grumpy than Roger probably would have admired the efficiency of the system even if it was boring. It was surely good fortune that Roger was here to make things more interesting!
What a shame Morgan had already taken three of the eggs, and their blankets, away.
When Morgan returned for the next batch of eggs it was with a suspicious eye cast upon his brother. He knew Roger was at his worst when he was bored, and they had been in this village for a little over a decade at this point. Not to mention how often Roger had butted heads with Swanmon while they were here. The Kunemon had definitely done something to cause the bird grief, but what?
“What did you do?” Morgan asked as he landed with his net. He squinted at Roger, not bothering to hide his suspicions. Roger dropped the corner of the blanket he had been towing closer to the pick up point and did his best to look shocked.
“Seriously? I’m helping! You grumped about it so much I decided I didn’t wanna hear you complain about it anymore! Now, can we just hurry up and finish this? I have more interesting things to do!” Roger complained, his antenna waving about in distress. His own brother, doubting him like that!
It would only be unbelievable if Morgan was a complete idiot.
They'd known each other for years, Roger really wasn't surprised Morgan was expecting trouble from him. Still, it seemed Morgan had decided not to look a gift ..worm in the mouth! Beyond a sigh he didn't say anything more on the topic and immediately set about loading up his net again.
Between the two of them they done much more quickly.
When they were on the road to Terminus, Roger would stop and tilt his head back in the direction of the village, his mouth half-open in what Morgan knew to be a grin.
"What are you waiting for?" Their escort asked. Roger's grin grew and his antenna quivered.
"The sweet sound of revenge!" Or Swanmon cursing his name, but maybe that was a little unrealistic at this distance. Still, the Kunemon liked to think he would hear something like that even this far away.
[Posts plz, sorry for late.]
The sky overhead was the brightest Morgan had seen it for a while. After a long string of storms the weather had finally cleared over the Village of Beginnings. Clouds drifted across the sky, pushed on by an intermittent breeze that kept the air from being stagnant and the heat from being oppressive.
The Fanbeemon was working by a carefully arranged collection of eggs. Each egg was nestled on a carefully folded blanket. The eggs had been grouped together according to blanket color with red, green, and blue blanket packs being the most numerous. There was a single purple blanket that had been placed in the shade of a nearby hut rather than the sunlight. Half curled into a c-shape on the roof of that hut was a Kunemon who had his head hanging off the edge, his beak pointed unerringly at the Fanbeemon working below.
“Things that once brought the heart joy only elect a sound of disgust. The heart itself has grown rubbery and rough, like a terribly shelled hard-boiled egg. The drive to seek out the dangers that were once sought out with enthusiasm as evaporated away like a fine piece of ice sublimated when removed from the freezer too carelessly.”
Morgan carefully smoothed out a piece of netting on the ground, his antenna waving over it as he checked for breaks in the rope or loosened knots. His mandibles ground together and his eyes narrowed. There would be no mistakes in his preparation work, not with the future generation counting on him.
There was also his payment to consider.
“That’s the curse of those who have tread life’s path for so long and has seen so much. The carefree happy days fade away with the passage of time while the sorrowful ones sharpen their edges like knives against a whetstone. Even years later the hurt remains, but the smiles have long since faded away like-”
“You drone on and on without any sense of pacing. Please reconsider your decision to narrate film noir.” The Fanbeemon had turned from the net to the carefully cushioned eggs arranged around him in a great semi-circle. He scuttled to the first of the eggs to be transported and started turning it over in his front legs. They had been asked to help Elecmon out by collecting any newly appeared eggs and moving them to the hatching hut. It should have been a very quick job between the two of them.
“-like dead leaves falling from the tree. It is times like these that the words of others can have a dread effect on the will to live of any mon, no matter how hard boiled they are! To persevere without faltering, to keep going even when they’d rather die!” Roger’s antenna twitched and moved as he ‘supervised’ the work. It was warm here on this room, in this village, he didn’t want to move. Five days ago the two had evolved from Baby to In-Training, and two mornings ago they had gone from In-Training to Rookie. It had dazzled and surprised everyone there, to see them grow so quickly. The two insects themselves had been baffled as well.
Evolving again had been like waking up, memories and feelings that had grown fuzzy were thrown again into sharp relief. Like the fact they were still as week as babies, and that the human who held their digivice was nowhere near. Some things should be impossible even in the digital world. “He goes unnoticed despite the fact his very stoicness in the face of adversity would be an inspiration to all who witness it! Truly, he is the very definition of a mon!”
“Are you planning to help at all or are you going to just sit up there being ridiculous all day?” Morgan asked dryly without looking up from the egg he was working with. It was a little tricky to hold it in his claws but he quickly caught onto holding it through the blanket.
“But Mooorgan, sorting and hauling is so boring and slow! You should let me build a slingshot to launch them!” Roger rolled onto his back and stuck out his tongue. His feet wiggled rhythmically in the air for a moment before his entire body relaxed. He had decided to play ‘look out’ on a roof that had a rather prominent lack of obstructions between it and the sun. “If we could get it done fast then it’d be worth doing~”
“If it’s done like that then it might as well not be done at all.” Morgan grumbled under his breath. He raised his head and spoke up so that his voice would carry. “It’d go faster with both of us working. Even if you don’t have hands you can still do something to help.” Roger tapped his beak on the edge of the roof and considered it.
“Hmm….nope! Got better things to do!” He declared and immediately rolled onto his back so his antenna dropped over the side. “Hey, hey, shouldn’t you be hurrying along with those uncooked omelettes. Ah!” Abruptly he sat up, his beak partially opened in a grin. “Hey, hey Morgan.” The Fanbeemon groaned and put a claw to his face. He didn’t need to know what Roger was going to say, he already knew it was terrible.
“Please, don’t.” Roger’s jaws opened a little farther, his antenna twitched.
“Mooorgaaan~” He sing-songed, his tail wagging behind him. “Don’t you want to hear my fabulous idea?”
“No, I want you to get down here and help me.” Morgan growled, the edge of his voice taking on a buzz. The Kunemon just wiggled his entire body.
“Excellent! If we boil the eggs-” There was a loud groan from below him and Roger shut his beak tightly so he wouldn’t break out laughing. “If we boil the eggs then the ‘mons will have an excellent shot at becoming first class hardboiled detectives! They’ll be he-hehehehehe.” Morgan sighed as his brother broke down cackling. Roger's jokes were always so bad when he was bored.
“If you fall I’m not saving you.” He put his claw down and shifted another egg onto the net. A moment later he heard a satisfying yelp and a thud. “Decided to come down after all eh? Does that mean you’re helping too?” His tone was as dry as if he was commenting on the weather. There was a round of cursing behind him and Morgan closed his eyes for a moment, his mouth open in the faintest hint of a grin. Roger had brought this upon himself after all. No need for Morgan to feel bad about his misfortune.
“Ugh, this is dumb and we shouldn’t have to do this anyways.” Roger whined, flipping himself right side up with a determined wiggle. He had landed head first on the ground initially and been stunned long enough he had fallen backwards. Even if it was only his pride injured he was still glad only Morgan was really around to see it. “Let the stuck-up Swanmon deal with it! Or, or Elecmon. He could handle it!”
“I believe you may be holding some sort of grudge over him calling you fish bait.” Roger huffed in disagreement and turned away. His antenna twitching rapidly with annoyance. It annoyed him how calmly his twin was acting. Big stuff had happened!
“Well yeah, I mean first we evolve super quick in like a couple days without our human partner and then they say we need to leave because we’re putting the digitama in danger! Are you seriously not mad about that? We’re as weak as a regular Fresh digimon right now!” ‘They’ was referring to the three digimon who seemed to share the task of acting as caretaker for the village and its inhabitants. The twins had met Elecmon and Swanmon when they were first brought here but neither one had caught sight of the third. “They know we won’t last long on our own, and they’re using that to force us into being manual labor! It’s ridiculous!”
“Not really. If they don’t apply the rules equally to every digimon then it could turn this place into a slaughterhouse.” Morgan stopped shifting eggs to begin folding up the corners of the net he was using for transporting. “This place is only as calm and ‘boring’ as it is because they keep their unspoken agreement with the powers that be. If they let rookies stay here then champions on up would come looking for an easy data grab.”
“‘The only reason interlopers don’t come after Stupid-Feathersmon and the others is that the majority of digimon were cared for in their early stages by the three and hold a lingering sentiment for them.’” Roger quoted, his voice sarcastic and very clearly in ‘I don’t actually care’ territory. “Which, I would like to point out, is complete pink sludge. We certainly weren’t.” That was irrelevant to the conversation entirely and he knew it. After all, they were partnered digimon who had been raised by their human. Maybe it was just the boredom that was making him so cranky. “Blah, blah who cares. Who even are the powers that be anyways, huh?” It was a rhetorical question, they both knew the only powers that be in the digital world were those strong enough to get and keep it.
“Are you done yet? There’s still….six eggs to move.” Morgan checked the knot on the net one last time then gathered it up and took off. His wings buzzed with the strain. For a moment he feared he had miscalculated the weight, then the resistance suddenly lessened as he achieved lift off.
“Yeah, you go ahead and buzz off!” Roger hollered, clicking his mouth angrily as he watched Morgan ascend with the hanging net of eggs up into the air. For a moment he considered leaping onto the net or fouling Morgan’s wings with a quick spray of webbing. It’d be pretty interesting to see what Swanmon would try to do in retaliation!
“You know I’m right!” He called as Morgan carefully maneuvered the net over a hut and out of site. It wasn’t like he was going far but Roger was still pretty pissed. He grumbled incoherently to himself and turned his attention back to the ground. His antenna twitched irritably in front of him as he shuffled around. Why should he help? He didn’t ask for the boring job or for Morgan to bargain with the oldest babysitter trio to get them an escort out of here! Frankly Roger thought the whole thing was ridiculous even as he realized the necessity of it.
Not matter how clever he was, no matter how good he had been, he simply wasn’t there anymore. He knew that the very fact that he and Morgan had evolved from Fresh to Rookie without their bonded human nearby was impossible even by the world’s standards. Evolution was achieved by very specific ways. If a digimon wasn’t bonded to a human then it was by eating and care to rookie, and from there obtaining experience and data by surviving and battling in the harsh world.
For partnered mons it was different. Sure the first two levels were the same, in about the same amount of time. But that was only when the human involved was nearby. For this to happen when mon and human were so far apart and separated for so long. Fifteen years it had been since Roger had seen him last, fifteen years since they had parted ways.
One of the Kunemon’s antenna tapped on something smooth and round and Roger froze. He slid the tips of his antenna across the object then abruptly broke into a short, self-mocking laugh. He’d been so wrapped up in his musing that he had forgotten about the eggs and their carefully chosen blankets!
He froze again, his antenna twitched rhythmically with mischief as he opened his mouth in his version of a mischievous smile. The blankets were carefully chosen because the color corresponded with which of the three guardians of the village the egg was going to. The dark one in the shade was a wildcard, an egg thought to be fated to be bonded to a human and thus not as worried about as the others. It would still be watched, there was a hut specifically for the care of that kind of egg. There was no way the guardians would ever do something that could be considered negligent after all!
It was, truthfully, a well thought out system. If he had been less grumpy than Roger probably would have admired the efficiency of the system even if it was boring. It was surely good fortune that Roger was here to make things more interesting!
What a shame Morgan had already taken three of the eggs, and their blankets, away.
When Morgan returned for the next batch of eggs it was with a suspicious eye cast upon his brother. He knew Roger was at his worst when he was bored, and they had been in this village for a little over a decade at this point. Not to mention how often Roger had butted heads with Swanmon while they were here. The Kunemon had definitely done something to cause the bird grief, but what?
“What did you do?” Morgan asked as he landed with his net. He squinted at Roger, not bothering to hide his suspicions. Roger dropped the corner of the blanket he had been towing closer to the pick up point and did his best to look shocked.
“Seriously? I’m helping! You grumped about it so much I decided I didn’t wanna hear you complain about it anymore! Now, can we just hurry up and finish this? I have more interesting things to do!” Roger complained, his antenna waving about in distress. His own brother, doubting him like that!
It would only be unbelievable if Morgan was a complete idiot.
They'd known each other for years, Roger really wasn't surprised Morgan was expecting trouble from him. Still, it seemed Morgan had decided not to look a gift ..worm in the mouth! Beyond a sigh he didn't say anything more on the topic and immediately set about loading up his net again.
Between the two of them they done much more quickly.
When they were on the road to Terminus, Roger would stop and tilt his head back in the direction of the village, his mouth half-open in what Morgan knew to be a grin.
"What are you waiting for?" Their escort asked. Roger's grin grew and his antenna quivered.
"The sweet sound of revenge!" Or Swanmon cursing his name, but maybe that was a little unrealistic at this distance. Still, the Kunemon liked to think he would hear something like that even this far away.
[Posts plz, sorry for late.]
