No Gratitude Changes Everything [MPC#34] [SOLO]
Sept 23, 2017 14:59:31 GMT
Post by Cion on Sept 23, 2017 14:59:31 GMT
MPC#34: Fruits of Your Labor.
# of MPCs Taken This Month: 1
If you ever expect anything in return for what you've done, then you'll know what disappointment is...
It was a quiet evening Cion spent at a restaurant. She was alone in her Mega form, her entire body except her synthetic, golden eyes covered by onyx and blue digizoid. Lately, the vulpine digimon had stopped returning to previous, weaker forms, feeling like getting used to her actual power was ultimately more beneficial. Besides, she had not seen anyone lately who would even recognize her if she was still a Rookie. Most of all, behind the mask that was her helmet, she could hide from the world without anyone minding. There was still a lot she had to think about, and others interfering was nothing she needed.
Cion found it odd how empty the streets of Terminus were. Especially considering she was at the upper stands near the center, the silver digimon had expected much more activity. She knew what day it was, or at least the human equivalent of it. Thanksgiving, a time of gratitude similar to Noel. Considering what she knew about the origins of this holiday, it was quite two-faced in her point of view. Because where there originally was gratitude, humans had betrayed other humans for land and power. It was almost amusing most people ignored that. But as long as people had a reason to celebrate, they likely did not care either way.
That was why the CyberSagitamon Huntress Mode was all the more surprised to see that so few digimons were not outside. Were they not busy buying presents? Were they not interested in going to locations like the fun fair to enjoy their time together with others? But most of all, why was she even concerned about that? Those were not her lives, nor did she have any right interfering with them. She had her own life and a place to call home, even if it was often empty and silent.
"Yeah yeah... woes upon me." Cion spoke quietly before chuckling. These days, she considered it easy to make fun of her own misery, even if it was only a defensive mechanism. Calling herself an emo or an ungrateful brat were only the tip of the iceberg. Sometimes, she played a melancholic tune on her ocarina just to switch over to an instrumental version of 'Never Gonna Give You Up'. If there was nobody to return to, no one who was interested in listening, she could at least have a genuine laugh at her own expense.
Laughing weakly, the cover around her muzzle retracted, allow the silver digimon to enjoy her order. Inside a small cup of white, adorned ceramic was a coffee with a divine aroma. There was a reason why they were so expensive in certain locations, their special seasoning. It and the color reminded her of Spekulatius, one of her most favorite sweetness from a country in the human world called Germany. There were not many things humans got right, like politics, socialism, equality and global stability... but these cookies were truly a marvel.
On a small plate was a sizable slice of unadulterated cheese cake, her most favorite dessert. Not fruits, no glazing, just creamy pleasure. It was with a slow pace that she savored her snack. Without anyone or anything requiring her presence, she could take all the time in the digital world. It was a way of approaching things she had gotten used to quite well. Purpose was overrated anyway, as it often only lead to misery through obligations. Only if one was detached to typical aspects of everyday life one could truly comprehend and appreciate what freedom meant. It was not seclusion though, just independence.
Realizing she had been scratching at the empty plate for quite a while, Cion eventually sighed and motioned a waiter to end their business. With a small pay and a generous tip left behind, she stood up and left the area. With her helmet covering her muzzle again, her golden eyes often shifted to the windows of the houses she passed by. Businesses were not of her interest, but family homes. She was not quite sure why, but she was still curious about what was going on on this holidy. Ultimately, she comprehended why only few people had been outside.
Family bonds in digimons were a novelty, but they enjoyed popularity regardless. In the windows, Cion often saw adult digimons taking care of one or more youngling. They enjoyed square meals and games together, and sometimes even exchanged presents. It was different from what she had expected, but then again how could she have known better? That Thanksgiving was such an intimate time of family and friends... how quaint. Scoffing, the armored digimon suddenly noticed the sound of drops impacting with her helmet. Tilting her head towards the sky, she could see gray clouds enshrouding everything, and rain slowly starting to fall down.
Hastily, she ran down the main street to reach her apartment as quickly as possible. Thankfully, she was a swift being with her jetpack boots, and her home was not far away. Rushing through her apartment's door just as the downpour began, she closed it behind her let out another sigh. Removing her helmet, she effectively returned to her Ultimate form to have a few deep breaths. As useful as her power armor was, it still had the typical problems of combat armor, such as odor and hindered mobility.
With her body and mind calming down, she looked at the dark, silent insides of her apartment, specifically the living room. Flicking a switch, dim light immediately covered everything. Slowly approaching the brown couch, the saw down on it, briefly looking outside the windows to see the rainstorm raging outside. Lying down, she turned on the television so absent-mindedly watch documentary films as she so often did. Naturally, the only shows that were running were about Thanksgiving, both about its past and presents. "Gosh... I really can't escape it, can I?" She cursed quietly, her mind shifting away from physical reality.
Everything she had done in so many lives, and where was the gratitude for her? The digimons she had saved and protected, the services she had done for the common good. Did truly nobody care, or did it ever matter? And what was her ultimate reward for being an altruistic being? She was living in a small apartment in a corrupt city, often alone, while the digimon she once called her dearest was likely enjoying his time with Hikaru and Logan, and likely others too. No... it was her destined to be alone and forgotten, was it not?
"Urgh... stop it." The CyberSagitamon bawled at herself, tired of this constant dolor. Sitting up, she hit her own cheek with a heavy punch as to snap out of it. Groaning due to the brief pain, she leaned over the couch's edge and tried to consider the good aspects of her life. At least... she had a place to return to to be safe. Yes... and she had enough money and food at her disposal as to not need worry. "Good, good." She mumbled, trying to think about more. And then, something suddenly came to her mind.
Muting the television, she picked up her smartphone and switched through her contact list. There were not many on it, but there were three that always stood out. Colin, Bellamy & Luke. If anyone was worth remembering, it was without a doubt them. Despite the partially selfish organization they belonged to, they were good people. They had allowed her to take a trip with their Blimpmon whose name she had forgotten, and had helped her and others out when they tried to save someone. "Whatever happened to Katsura and Gatomon... hmm..." She briefly got sidetracked.
But not wishing to deviate any further, Cion eventually mustered the courage to press the button that would connect her with one of the members of her most favorite trio. The call sign echoed many times in the living room, the vulpine digimons eyes narrowing as she started to give up on hope. But just as she was about to hang up, she could hear rustling on the other side of the phone and someone call out for her. "Oh, H-" She coughed, briefly clearing her throat and calming down before continuing to speak.
"Apologies. Hi Colin, it's me... Cion. I uuuhm... was wondering if you were currently busy. Uhuh, uhuh... celebrating Thanksgiving on Daedalus? Sounds cool. Uhuh, uhuh... oh, you had to land in Terminus due to the bad weather? Mind if I come over? I can bring snacks. Uhuh, uhuh... yeah, great, I'll be at the airport within the hour. See ya!" And with that, the phone call was over. With another sigh, Cion felt utmost relief this time. To think she would have almost not called them, or thinking about the possibility that they would not pick her up. No... no she had to stop even beginning with such grievous thoughts.
Today, she had been the architect of her own fortune, and she would enjoy as much time together with Colin, Bellamy and Luke as possible. After all, they were her friends, and to be treasured she also had to treasure them. To be grateful for life, one only needed to chose the right people to be grateful for. And with snacks and a warm smile, she would show them how grateful she was for them welcoming her, no matter what would actually happen on-board the Blimpmon. Though considering their wealth, it was probably something copious.
[Reward: Posts]
# of MPCs Taken This Month: 1
If you ever expect anything in return for what you've done, then you'll know what disappointment is...
It was a quiet evening Cion spent at a restaurant. She was alone in her Mega form, her entire body except her synthetic, golden eyes covered by onyx and blue digizoid. Lately, the vulpine digimon had stopped returning to previous, weaker forms, feeling like getting used to her actual power was ultimately more beneficial. Besides, she had not seen anyone lately who would even recognize her if she was still a Rookie. Most of all, behind the mask that was her helmet, she could hide from the world without anyone minding. There was still a lot she had to think about, and others interfering was nothing she needed.
Cion found it odd how empty the streets of Terminus were. Especially considering she was at the upper stands near the center, the silver digimon had expected much more activity. She knew what day it was, or at least the human equivalent of it. Thanksgiving, a time of gratitude similar to Noel. Considering what she knew about the origins of this holiday, it was quite two-faced in her point of view. Because where there originally was gratitude, humans had betrayed other humans for land and power. It was almost amusing most people ignored that. But as long as people had a reason to celebrate, they likely did not care either way.
That was why the CyberSagitamon Huntress Mode was all the more surprised to see that so few digimons were not outside. Were they not busy buying presents? Were they not interested in going to locations like the fun fair to enjoy their time together with others? But most of all, why was she even concerned about that? Those were not her lives, nor did she have any right interfering with them. She had her own life and a place to call home, even if it was often empty and silent.
"Yeah yeah... woes upon me." Cion spoke quietly before chuckling. These days, she considered it easy to make fun of her own misery, even if it was only a defensive mechanism. Calling herself an emo or an ungrateful brat were only the tip of the iceberg. Sometimes, she played a melancholic tune on her ocarina just to switch over to an instrumental version of 'Never Gonna Give You Up'. If there was nobody to return to, no one who was interested in listening, she could at least have a genuine laugh at her own expense.
Laughing weakly, the cover around her muzzle retracted, allow the silver digimon to enjoy her order. Inside a small cup of white, adorned ceramic was a coffee with a divine aroma. There was a reason why they were so expensive in certain locations, their special seasoning. It and the color reminded her of Spekulatius, one of her most favorite sweetness from a country in the human world called Germany. There were not many things humans got right, like politics, socialism, equality and global stability... but these cookies were truly a marvel.
On a small plate was a sizable slice of unadulterated cheese cake, her most favorite dessert. Not fruits, no glazing, just creamy pleasure. It was with a slow pace that she savored her snack. Without anyone or anything requiring her presence, she could take all the time in the digital world. It was a way of approaching things she had gotten used to quite well. Purpose was overrated anyway, as it often only lead to misery through obligations. Only if one was detached to typical aspects of everyday life one could truly comprehend and appreciate what freedom meant. It was not seclusion though, just independence.
Realizing she had been scratching at the empty plate for quite a while, Cion eventually sighed and motioned a waiter to end their business. With a small pay and a generous tip left behind, she stood up and left the area. With her helmet covering her muzzle again, her golden eyes often shifted to the windows of the houses she passed by. Businesses were not of her interest, but family homes. She was not quite sure why, but she was still curious about what was going on on this holidy. Ultimately, she comprehended why only few people had been outside.
Family bonds in digimons were a novelty, but they enjoyed popularity regardless. In the windows, Cion often saw adult digimons taking care of one or more youngling. They enjoyed square meals and games together, and sometimes even exchanged presents. It was different from what she had expected, but then again how could she have known better? That Thanksgiving was such an intimate time of family and friends... how quaint. Scoffing, the armored digimon suddenly noticed the sound of drops impacting with her helmet. Tilting her head towards the sky, she could see gray clouds enshrouding everything, and rain slowly starting to fall down.
Hastily, she ran down the main street to reach her apartment as quickly as possible. Thankfully, she was a swift being with her jetpack boots, and her home was not far away. Rushing through her apartment's door just as the downpour began, she closed it behind her let out another sigh. Removing her helmet, she effectively returned to her Ultimate form to have a few deep breaths. As useful as her power armor was, it still had the typical problems of combat armor, such as odor and hindered mobility.
With her body and mind calming down, she looked at the dark, silent insides of her apartment, specifically the living room. Flicking a switch, dim light immediately covered everything. Slowly approaching the brown couch, the saw down on it, briefly looking outside the windows to see the rainstorm raging outside. Lying down, she turned on the television so absent-mindedly watch documentary films as she so often did. Naturally, the only shows that were running were about Thanksgiving, both about its past and presents. "Gosh... I really can't escape it, can I?" She cursed quietly, her mind shifting away from physical reality.
Everything she had done in so many lives, and where was the gratitude for her? The digimons she had saved and protected, the services she had done for the common good. Did truly nobody care, or did it ever matter? And what was her ultimate reward for being an altruistic being? She was living in a small apartment in a corrupt city, often alone, while the digimon she once called her dearest was likely enjoying his time with Hikaru and Logan, and likely others too. No... it was her destined to be alone and forgotten, was it not?
"Urgh... stop it." The CyberSagitamon bawled at herself, tired of this constant dolor. Sitting up, she hit her own cheek with a heavy punch as to snap out of it. Groaning due to the brief pain, she leaned over the couch's edge and tried to consider the good aspects of her life. At least... she had a place to return to to be safe. Yes... and she had enough money and food at her disposal as to not need worry. "Good, good." She mumbled, trying to think about more. And then, something suddenly came to her mind.
Muting the television, she picked up her smartphone and switched through her contact list. There were not many on it, but there were three that always stood out. Colin, Bellamy & Luke. If anyone was worth remembering, it was without a doubt them. Despite the partially selfish organization they belonged to, they were good people. They had allowed her to take a trip with their Blimpmon whose name she had forgotten, and had helped her and others out when they tried to save someone. "Whatever happened to Katsura and Gatomon... hmm..." She briefly got sidetracked.
But not wishing to deviate any further, Cion eventually mustered the courage to press the button that would connect her with one of the members of her most favorite trio. The call sign echoed many times in the living room, the vulpine digimons eyes narrowing as she started to give up on hope. But just as she was about to hang up, she could hear rustling on the other side of the phone and someone call out for her. "Oh, H-" She coughed, briefly clearing her throat and calming down before continuing to speak.
"Apologies. Hi Colin, it's me... Cion. I uuuhm... was wondering if you were currently busy. Uhuh, uhuh... celebrating Thanksgiving on Daedalus? Sounds cool. Uhuh, uhuh... oh, you had to land in Terminus due to the bad weather? Mind if I come over? I can bring snacks. Uhuh, uhuh... yeah, great, I'll be at the airport within the hour. See ya!" And with that, the phone call was over. With another sigh, Cion felt utmost relief this time. To think she would have almost not called them, or thinking about the possibility that they would not pick her up. No... no she had to stop even beginning with such grievous thoughts.
Today, she had been the architect of her own fortune, and she would enjoy as much time together with Colin, Bellamy and Luke as possible. After all, they were her friends, and to be treasured she also had to treasure them. To be grateful for life, one only needed to chose the right people to be grateful for. And with snacks and a warm smile, she would show them how grateful she was for them welcoming her, no matter what would actually happen on-board the Blimpmon. Though considering their wealth, it was probably something copious.
[Reward: Posts]
