Beyond A Dark Path's Light [MPC#42] [SOLO]
Jul 16, 2017 20:30:29 GMT
Post by Cion on Jul 16, 2017 20:30:29 GMT
MPC#42: Reunion
# of MPCs Taken This Month: 2
She had never realized how significant this one digimon had been in shaping her life, even if it would never remember in what way...
More than a quarter year had passed since the last time she had been in the small farming village known as Eirene. Twice she had been there already, both times together with Owen, to fulfill a mission. During the last winter's storm, they had to bring the people supplies so they could survive through it. And more recently, they had been intimidated into submission by a fiend she and Owen knew all to well. It had only done so to get them, but ultimately, it was his downfall. They had digivolved into their Champion-forms, vanquished it and saved the town.
And that was exactly the drive that lead the CyberSagitamon here. Now in her Ultimate-state, events had occurred that left her with nowhere else to go, much less someone else. Of course it was her ultimate plan to hire a mercenary for the purpose of fast transportation and join P.R.O.F.I.T under the assistance of Colin, Luke and Bellamy, but there was no reason for her to rush. She had enough money to eat and drink, and if necessary could find food on her own in the wilds. No, she was free as a bird, and it was only her wish to see the results of her deeds that currently guided her. Nothing, much less someone, would or could halt her now.
Still hidden within an eternal forest, it was late afternoon when she arrived at the stone bridge that lead inside the area of the small town. The first hues of orange began coloring the clear spring sky, though it would still take at least 2 more hours before nightfall occurred. As always, a mild breeze whizzed through the proud trees and lush grass. The sight of it made everything seem alive, while it was also a pleasant sensation on the skin.
As she crossed the bridge and entered one of the two main streets of Eirene, Cion quickly noticed that the town was much more active than usual. Clearly, it was not only due to the sowing during spring. As she walked through the dirt track that was their main street, she got the feeling that the villagers had really taken their words to heart. There were a couple of guards from Terminus acting as additional law enforcers and sentinels. Additionally, many Rookies and even Champions were taking time to train with each other.
The CyberSagitamon was delighted to see them so active and passionate while clearly enjoying their new lifestyle. From now on, they would be able to defend themselves and each other. It had been a wise decision, and it clearly showed. As much as their former desire for peace had been admirable, it had ultimately been futile. Peace was only as strong as its weakest defenders, and those who did not fight for it only the choice of submission or death. Pacifism, as great as an ideal it was, only lead to misery and suffering. Only with a lack of ego and everything it entails would it work, and such a world would truly be empty.
As a future member of P.R.O.F.I.T, and a rare and desired supporter-class at that, she of course would indirectly contribute to the safety of other as well. Naturally, it was a much bigger scope than just one village. And as much as she tried to pretend otherwise, she still liked helping people. However, something dark growing within her also longed for the pleasure of villains' agony and anguish. Anything to fill the void within created by a thousand years ripped out of her system within a mere evening. She would even be paid for it; the best of all three worlds.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Cion realized she was already at the village's circular plaza. It was a small spot surrounded by a couple of shops and marked the crossing of Eirene's two streets. In front of her was the familiar, multi-storey inn that belonged to a most lovely digimon. Lyra the Bucchiemon, the digimon that had kindly taken her and Owen in after the delivery during the winter storm. Instead of sending them home, likely freezing to death, she had given them warm meals and beds to sleeps in. Heck... perhaps it was even her fueled the others with benignity as well.
Shaking her head and clearing her throat, the CyberSagitamon straightened the white pelt around her neck and entered the inn. As to be expected at this time of day, not many digimons were inside. The only exception were a couple of repair workers that had finished their task of keeping the city in one piece for today. And of course Lyra, who was sitting at the opposite site of the counter and polished a couple of glasses and plates. Serene and humming as always, what else did Cion expect?
Approaching her, she sat down on a stool and weakly smiled at her. At first, Lyra did not recognized her, but as soon as she grasped Cion's gracile figure, silver fur and golden eyes, she was filled with joy and pleasant surprise. "Cion!" She shouted quietly, hastily walking around the counter to give the armored, vulpine digimon a tight hug. Of course through her steel power armor, the CyberSagitamon did not feel much, but the gesture was appreciated regardless. "It's so nice to see you again, darling. And my... have you grown. Is this your Ultimate-form?"
After letting of Cion, the Bucchiemon could not help herself but chuckle nervously. "Sorry. I'm just... overjoyed to see you, my fair maiden." The CyberSagitamon blushed and laughed briefly, charmed as always by Lyra's open amiability. Smiling at her, she immediately felt jolly glad that she had come here to Eirene. "Oh you sweet-talker; the pleasure is all mine. And yes, this is indeed my Ultimate-form." She responded, her voice still as soft as always. However, it had become much more that of an adult female human, and due to her shape, there was something marginally synthetic about it. It showed that she was a partial cyborg, even if her head was of complete organic data.
Briefly put off by the synthetic hint to Cion's voice, Lyra got a hold of herself again and showed her the same cheer as always. "Well, that's great! And... uuhm... where is Owen, if I may ask? Did he digivolve again, too?" The curious Bucchiemon pestered the CyberSagitamon with questions. And while it was an unpleasant one, Cion remained calm and responded with composure. "No. He... has a different love now... and a dear son. We... I... decided it was better, if... you know."
Deeply saddened by the news, Lyra slowly sat down next to Cion and tightly held her hands with her own. "Oh no. Those are... news. I didn't even... oh I am so sorry, darling. If there is anything..." The Bucchiemon stuttered, feeling both grief for Cion and partial elation for Owen. It was a difficult mix of emotions to manage, and Cion understood that, which was why she nodded unwoundly as a response. "Thank you. And technically, we weren't together... not in this life at least. He was an adorable yet headstrong hero... which was why I never imagined he'd... after so many centuries..."
No, she had not properly coped with this painful matter after all. She thought she had been ready to talk about this like chatting about a distant memory, but it was still too early. Offered a glass of cold cider for free, Cion gulped it down in one go and let out a pleasant sigh. "Thank you, Lyra. And sorry, I didn't want to ruin the mood. I did not come here to spread bad news. I wanted to see you... and him." She explained herself, having calmed down again from her short emotional attack.
Relieved to see Cion calm again, Lyra pretended like everything was fine and briefly took time to think about the answer she owed the CyberSagitamon. With a smile and calm stance, she was just about to answer when suddenly, the voice of a young, male digimon echoed throughout the inn. "Thank you, mister and misses Mojyamon. Please visit us soon again." A male Wormmon spoke, using his ability to conjure string to safely transport the customers' plates back to Lyra. The other adults expressed general delight at the sight of this polite and diligent young fella, and Cion understood why. Not only that, but she also comprehended who it in truth was.
"There you go, mommy." The Wormmon spoke, leaping up the counter with an impressive jump. "Thank you honey." Lyra replied, giving her little sweetie a couple of gentle pets on his head before taking the dirty cutlery and plates. Before even having any time to react, the Wormmon turned around to face the CyberSagitamon, and it was with a humble bow and inviting smile that she was greeted. "Good evening, miss. Do you have any order I can take?" He asked her, immediately charming Cion.
It was with wide eyes and a delighted grin that she looked back at him. "No, my dear, but thank you." Cion replied, Wormmon quickly accepting that he could not help her. However, this did not mean that this was the end of their interaction. With Lyra picking up Wormmon and hugging the young boy gently, she pointed at the vulpine digimon with a big grin. "Do you know who this is, Imago? This... is Cion." Lyra explained, the Wormmon known as Imago immediately letting out a noise of rapture. "The heroine?! Really?!" He almost yelled, obviously very excited to meet the CyberSagitamon.
"The heroine, eh?" Cion remarked with a teasing hint to her voice. So that was what the people of this town thought of her, right? Well, there could be worse, and being a positive role model for others was hardly a bad thing. Out of sheer excitement, Imago jumped out of Lyra's hug and came very close to Cion, his eyes sparkling with wonder and admiration. "Wooooaaahh...." He let out, amazed at being so up close and personal to one of the saviors of Eirene. "Thank you for saving mommy. And the others, too!" He thanked her with utmost sincerity, to which the CyberSagitamon responded with a gentle nudge of his cheek.
"My pleasure, Imago. And I see you are doing fine for yourself, too. The last time I saw you, you were just a digitama, hehe" Cion commented, the Wormmon at this point losing all of his calm. "She knows my name... yaaay..." He whispered, giggly and twitchy. The cyborg-digimon was very delighted by the adoration that mostly came from the youngster. Most of all, she had found the answer to the question that made her come here in the first place. So, this was the fiendish Shadramon's life. With proper upbringing, love and purpose, he had gained a second chance and had become, without a doubt, a fine lad.
After a short moment of silence, Cion motioned Imago to end work for today and have some fun with the other kids in town. "Come on, take a rest and enjoy yourself. If your mommy needs help, I'll try to do just as a fine job as you do. Wouldn't be my first time." She offered the kid, one he would gladly take. After seeing Lyra's approving nod, he thanked the CyberSagitamon a thousand times before rushing out of the inn and to the playground where all his friends were likely still playing football.
Filled with pride, Cion let out a quiet sigh and tilted her head to face the Bucchiemon again. There were not any words that needed to be spoken. As promised, Lyra had formed a fine man out of the former villain, and he in turn was both happy and content. And since it was so or so too late for the homeward journey, wherever her home even was now, the young lady was glad to stay for one more night and help the female innkeeper with the upcoming happy hour.
Just like with Owen's son Logan, she held no grudge against the innocent Wormmon. His former evil self had been one of the main reasons she and her... past love... had found each other in this life again. These days, she wished they never had, or at least had not remembered their past lives during that fateful night. It made everything not only difficult, but painful. But blaming Imago for that would not only be counterproductive, it would also lead to nothing but unfairness. She would let him have this peaceful life, something she wished she could enjoy herself.
But she knew that she could never sit down to rest again to prevent thoughts of anguish returning. She needed purpose in her life again, even if it was only for the sake of having it. And if Imago was her only and last true gift to this world, then she could at least walk down this forlorn path with a light always right behind her, even if all she faced in front of her would be empty darkness.
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# of MPCs Taken This Month: 2
She had never realized how significant this one digimon had been in shaping her life, even if it would never remember in what way...
More than a quarter year had passed since the last time she had been in the small farming village known as Eirene. Twice she had been there already, both times together with Owen, to fulfill a mission. During the last winter's storm, they had to bring the people supplies so they could survive through it. And more recently, they had been intimidated into submission by a fiend she and Owen knew all to well. It had only done so to get them, but ultimately, it was his downfall. They had digivolved into their Champion-forms, vanquished it and saved the town.
And that was exactly the drive that lead the CyberSagitamon here. Now in her Ultimate-state, events had occurred that left her with nowhere else to go, much less someone else. Of course it was her ultimate plan to hire a mercenary for the purpose of fast transportation and join P.R.O.F.I.T under the assistance of Colin, Luke and Bellamy, but there was no reason for her to rush. She had enough money to eat and drink, and if necessary could find food on her own in the wilds. No, she was free as a bird, and it was only her wish to see the results of her deeds that currently guided her. Nothing, much less someone, would or could halt her now.
Still hidden within an eternal forest, it was late afternoon when she arrived at the stone bridge that lead inside the area of the small town. The first hues of orange began coloring the clear spring sky, though it would still take at least 2 more hours before nightfall occurred. As always, a mild breeze whizzed through the proud trees and lush grass. The sight of it made everything seem alive, while it was also a pleasant sensation on the skin.
As she crossed the bridge and entered one of the two main streets of Eirene, Cion quickly noticed that the town was much more active than usual. Clearly, it was not only due to the sowing during spring. As she walked through the dirt track that was their main street, she got the feeling that the villagers had really taken their words to heart. There were a couple of guards from Terminus acting as additional law enforcers and sentinels. Additionally, many Rookies and even Champions were taking time to train with each other.
The CyberSagitamon was delighted to see them so active and passionate while clearly enjoying their new lifestyle. From now on, they would be able to defend themselves and each other. It had been a wise decision, and it clearly showed. As much as their former desire for peace had been admirable, it had ultimately been futile. Peace was only as strong as its weakest defenders, and those who did not fight for it only the choice of submission or death. Pacifism, as great as an ideal it was, only lead to misery and suffering. Only with a lack of ego and everything it entails would it work, and such a world would truly be empty.
As a future member of P.R.O.F.I.T, and a rare and desired supporter-class at that, she of course would indirectly contribute to the safety of other as well. Naturally, it was a much bigger scope than just one village. And as much as she tried to pretend otherwise, she still liked helping people. However, something dark growing within her also longed for the pleasure of villains' agony and anguish. Anything to fill the void within created by a thousand years ripped out of her system within a mere evening. She would even be paid for it; the best of all three worlds.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Cion realized she was already at the village's circular plaza. It was a small spot surrounded by a couple of shops and marked the crossing of Eirene's two streets. In front of her was the familiar, multi-storey inn that belonged to a most lovely digimon. Lyra the Bucchiemon, the digimon that had kindly taken her and Owen in after the delivery during the winter storm. Instead of sending them home, likely freezing to death, she had given them warm meals and beds to sleeps in. Heck... perhaps it was even her fueled the others with benignity as well.
Shaking her head and clearing her throat, the CyberSagitamon straightened the white pelt around her neck and entered the inn. As to be expected at this time of day, not many digimons were inside. The only exception were a couple of repair workers that had finished their task of keeping the city in one piece for today. And of course Lyra, who was sitting at the opposite site of the counter and polished a couple of glasses and plates. Serene and humming as always, what else did Cion expect?
Approaching her, she sat down on a stool and weakly smiled at her. At first, Lyra did not recognized her, but as soon as she grasped Cion's gracile figure, silver fur and golden eyes, she was filled with joy and pleasant surprise. "Cion!" She shouted quietly, hastily walking around the counter to give the armored, vulpine digimon a tight hug. Of course through her steel power armor, the CyberSagitamon did not feel much, but the gesture was appreciated regardless. "It's so nice to see you again, darling. And my... have you grown. Is this your Ultimate-form?"
After letting of Cion, the Bucchiemon could not help herself but chuckle nervously. "Sorry. I'm just... overjoyed to see you, my fair maiden." The CyberSagitamon blushed and laughed briefly, charmed as always by Lyra's open amiability. Smiling at her, she immediately felt jolly glad that she had come here to Eirene. "Oh you sweet-talker; the pleasure is all mine. And yes, this is indeed my Ultimate-form." She responded, her voice still as soft as always. However, it had become much more that of an adult female human, and due to her shape, there was something marginally synthetic about it. It showed that she was a partial cyborg, even if her head was of complete organic data.
Briefly put off by the synthetic hint to Cion's voice, Lyra got a hold of herself again and showed her the same cheer as always. "Well, that's great! And... uuhm... where is Owen, if I may ask? Did he digivolve again, too?" The curious Bucchiemon pestered the CyberSagitamon with questions. And while it was an unpleasant one, Cion remained calm and responded with composure. "No. He... has a different love now... and a dear son. We... I... decided it was better, if... you know."
Deeply saddened by the news, Lyra slowly sat down next to Cion and tightly held her hands with her own. "Oh no. Those are... news. I didn't even... oh I am so sorry, darling. If there is anything..." The Bucchiemon stuttered, feeling both grief for Cion and partial elation for Owen. It was a difficult mix of emotions to manage, and Cion understood that, which was why she nodded unwoundly as a response. "Thank you. And technically, we weren't together... not in this life at least. He was an adorable yet headstrong hero... which was why I never imagined he'd... after so many centuries..."
No, she had not properly coped with this painful matter after all. She thought she had been ready to talk about this like chatting about a distant memory, but it was still too early. Offered a glass of cold cider for free, Cion gulped it down in one go and let out a pleasant sigh. "Thank you, Lyra. And sorry, I didn't want to ruin the mood. I did not come here to spread bad news. I wanted to see you... and him." She explained herself, having calmed down again from her short emotional attack.
Relieved to see Cion calm again, Lyra pretended like everything was fine and briefly took time to think about the answer she owed the CyberSagitamon. With a smile and calm stance, she was just about to answer when suddenly, the voice of a young, male digimon echoed throughout the inn. "Thank you, mister and misses Mojyamon. Please visit us soon again." A male Wormmon spoke, using his ability to conjure string to safely transport the customers' plates back to Lyra. The other adults expressed general delight at the sight of this polite and diligent young fella, and Cion understood why. Not only that, but she also comprehended who it in truth was.
"There you go, mommy." The Wormmon spoke, leaping up the counter with an impressive jump. "Thank you honey." Lyra replied, giving her little sweetie a couple of gentle pets on his head before taking the dirty cutlery and plates. Before even having any time to react, the Wormmon turned around to face the CyberSagitamon, and it was with a humble bow and inviting smile that she was greeted. "Good evening, miss. Do you have any order I can take?" He asked her, immediately charming Cion.
It was with wide eyes and a delighted grin that she looked back at him. "No, my dear, but thank you." Cion replied, Wormmon quickly accepting that he could not help her. However, this did not mean that this was the end of their interaction. With Lyra picking up Wormmon and hugging the young boy gently, she pointed at the vulpine digimon with a big grin. "Do you know who this is, Imago? This... is Cion." Lyra explained, the Wormmon known as Imago immediately letting out a noise of rapture. "The heroine?! Really?!" He almost yelled, obviously very excited to meet the CyberSagitamon.
"The heroine, eh?" Cion remarked with a teasing hint to her voice. So that was what the people of this town thought of her, right? Well, there could be worse, and being a positive role model for others was hardly a bad thing. Out of sheer excitement, Imago jumped out of Lyra's hug and came very close to Cion, his eyes sparkling with wonder and admiration. "Wooooaaahh...." He let out, amazed at being so up close and personal to one of the saviors of Eirene. "Thank you for saving mommy. And the others, too!" He thanked her with utmost sincerity, to which the CyberSagitamon responded with a gentle nudge of his cheek.
"My pleasure, Imago. And I see you are doing fine for yourself, too. The last time I saw you, you were just a digitama, hehe" Cion commented, the Wormmon at this point losing all of his calm. "She knows my name... yaaay..." He whispered, giggly and twitchy. The cyborg-digimon was very delighted by the adoration that mostly came from the youngster. Most of all, she had found the answer to the question that made her come here in the first place. So, this was the fiendish Shadramon's life. With proper upbringing, love and purpose, he had gained a second chance and had become, without a doubt, a fine lad.
After a short moment of silence, Cion motioned Imago to end work for today and have some fun with the other kids in town. "Come on, take a rest and enjoy yourself. If your mommy needs help, I'll try to do just as a fine job as you do. Wouldn't be my first time." She offered the kid, one he would gladly take. After seeing Lyra's approving nod, he thanked the CyberSagitamon a thousand times before rushing out of the inn and to the playground where all his friends were likely still playing football.
Filled with pride, Cion let out a quiet sigh and tilted her head to face the Bucchiemon again. There were not any words that needed to be spoken. As promised, Lyra had formed a fine man out of the former villain, and he in turn was both happy and content. And since it was so or so too late for the homeward journey, wherever her home even was now, the young lady was glad to stay for one more night and help the female innkeeper with the upcoming happy hour.
Just like with Owen's son Logan, she held no grudge against the innocent Wormmon. His former evil self had been one of the main reasons she and her... past love... had found each other in this life again. These days, she wished they never had, or at least had not remembered their past lives during that fateful night. It made everything not only difficult, but painful. But blaming Imago for that would not only be counterproductive, it would also lead to nothing but unfairness. She would let him have this peaceful life, something she wished she could enjoy herself.
But she knew that she could never sit down to rest again to prevent thoughts of anguish returning. She needed purpose in her life again, even if it was only for the sake of having it. And if Imago was her only and last true gift to this world, then she could at least walk down this forlorn path with a light always right behind her, even if all she faced in front of her would be empty darkness.
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