All Nightmare Long [MPC#35] [SOLO]
Sept 23, 2017 20:36:16 GMT
Post by Cion on Sept 23, 2017 20:36:16 GMT
MPC#35: Wish Upon A Star
# of MPCs Taken This Month: 2
The unattainability of wishes is far less painful then the potential consequences of them becoming reality...
Cion's vision often faded to black as she stumbled towards her bed. A painful headache overcame her entire body, making her groan with pain, even while merely sitting down. Heavy breaths escaped her lips as her gaze swayed uncontrollably. Her entire system felt like breaking down, and strangely enough, she was not sure why. The CyberSagitamon felt like she suffered from amnesia, the memories of this night utterly lost to her. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and her body began feeling wearily tired.
Letting herself fall into her bed, her eyes managed to stabilize for a few seconds so she could look outside the window. Even in her state of imminent collapse, she could still enjoy the beauty of the nightly canopy. Especially from her point of view, high above the clouds inside Daedalus, it had something unfathomably soothing to it. Thankfully, she would not get air-sick from riding a Blimpmon, although her current health was not good in the first place. Noticing her limbs turn numb, she felt a strange force ensnaring her. A blink of an eye later and she could feel the cozy touch of a blanket on her furry body. Yet before she could give it a second thought, darkness already covered her eyes and spirit.
It was with a sudden jolt that Cion woke up, the cabinet as dark as it was before. Taking in the scenery, the silver digimon slowly pushed herself off the mattress to sit. She could feel her body stable again, with the exception of her sight that seemed a bit fuzzy. She could still clearly see everything she focused at, but objects outside the center of her vision were unrecognizably blurry. Groaning once more, she granted her body all the time it needed to awake. "At least... it's better..." She tried to stay optimistic.
Eventually standing up, Cion slowly walked over to the dark cabinet's window and leaned against its sill. The starry night from above the clouds was as wonderful of a sight as ever, even if her sense were currently restraining her. Dominated by it all was the radiance of the glowing moon, the light that guided the children of the night. She was not a nocturnal digimon, but she could enjoy its beauty regardless. A sigh escaped her lips as she simply watched the stars, her body relaxing as did her mind.
This however was interrupted by the sight of something all too familiar. Her eyes widened as her fingers started to jitters, almost wanting to reach out of the window. "You..." She gasped as the CyberSagitamon felt sudden, impotent rage overcome her spirit. This cursed falling star that had once initiated the ruin of her life, it had returned to taunt her. Uttering curses inappropriate for the fine lady, she could not help herself but let it all out. Whatever reality-altering properties this object had, it had imposed unbearable anguish upon her. Thanks to it, she remembered both memories and feelings of her past life. Only because she was stupid enough to utter her misguided desire.
It took a while, but soon she found herself panting for air, not having breathed in between swearwords. Every day, despite what she had done and said, she felt herself slipping further into delusion and frenzy. She was capable of playing her role as a gracious, kind supporter, but she grew weary of it. Certainly, she would often receive smiles and applause, but what was beyond that? Rarely anything at all but empty words and false promises. Honestly, she did not even know what she was supposed to expect.
Yet there was one thought that crept into her mind that began infecting her system entire. Frowning at the comet, Cion remembered what it was capable of, and perhaps it could grant her a wish once more. "But... should I..." She whispered with baring her teeth. Would another wish truly bring her contentedness, or would it only accentuate the vicious cycle. Then again... what did she really have to lose? Everything she used to be had already been undermined, and what was truly worth keeping in the present? A small apartment, friends and family that were barely ever there?
"I wish... to finally be free." The vulpine digimon spoke under her breath, her facial expression not shifting. For what felt like an eternity, nothing occured except her patience waning. She did not speak nor think, her eyes merely focusing on the blue shooting star that traversed the emptiness of space. Just as she was about to surrender to her despair though, she felt something surging from the very depths of her core. She wheezed as she felt a warmth inside her turn into a burning ardor eating away at her corporeal form. Sweat ran down her fur as she felt her legs give way, and as she gave one last look at her reflection in the window, she saw her golden eyes flare up like turbulent flames.
From afar, those living in the cover of the night would be shocked and benumbed as a sphere of fire and energy burst in the night sky many miles above them. It was a frightening and perplexing sight as the ball of fire slowly faded into smolder and ash, as well as data vanishing into thin air. And from this mark of destruction, a single, red bolt of lightning emerged that soared through the canopy with unfathomable velocity.
Far was it from their comprehension that something terrible had been unleashed upon the digital world. As reality, days and nights faded in and out of the vision of the primordial beast, the world was plunged into ruin. Small towns like the Village of Beginnings and metropolises like Terminus... all of them burned alike. A dreadful fiend had arisen out of the shadows of the digital world, and no one seemed capable of stopping its onslaught. Buildings, digimons and people, young or mature, it mattered not to the apocalyptic beast.
One could not see what it felt behind the onyx digizoid-armor that covered everything but its synthetic, golden eyes. Neither could a battered, blue pupper and his little fosterling fathom the being of chaotic apathy hovering in front of them. This vile being they once used to know, it had truly become free of her past, both in this life and its previous ones. Free of the lessons it had learned, free of morality and ethics, free of purpose and direction, free of anything worth living for. For the anguish it had experienced was tied to all of that, and it was those chains that had been broken.
Their fear, tears and begging met unheeding, dear ears. For true freedom to be attained, the past did not only have to be overcome, it had to be destroyed entirely. And with thousands of energized, red bolts, the impish creature would do just that. Just before they would impact with the injured heroes, the beast blinked once to acknowledge their passing. And as everything was drowned in detonations and ear-piercing hums, she bathed in the dispersed dust, concrete and lingering data. But nothing changed, as the monster kept feeling nothing at all, as it was freed from such burdens.
It was with a sudden jolt that Cion woke up, the Blimpmon's cabinet covered in the radiance of the morning sun's light. Taking in the scenery, the silver digimon slowly pushed herself off the mattress to sit. She could feel her body trembling and her head still aching just like last night. Thankfully, she could still clearly see everything she focused at, which meant she had recovered at least a little bit. Tilting her head, she saw a small, brown and most of all empty bottle on her bedside table. "Should have known to never touch that stuff... thanks Luke..."
Curses aside, The CyberSagitamon slowly managed to stand up, her head still pulsing from the hangover. Not wishing to think about other events having occurred during that Thanksgiving celebration, she approached the small mirror on the wall and held tight to it and the wall. As she gazed upon her own reflection, she could still feel her hands shaking from trepidation as her eyes narrowed to a look of reproach. The nightmare she had just experienced, how could she have possibly ever been able to dream something so horrid. She had fought and seen destruction before, but... at her own hands?
Her golden eyes meeting that of her own reflection, she felt immense tiredness creep into her system. All these worries, concerns, fear and uncertainty... what where they doing with her? Why was she unable to simply accept the present and look forward to the future? Why was it so difficult for her to enjoy anything, or simply see a light at the end of the tunnel. Everything felt so vain and empty, but she did not want to perceive things that way. She wanted to be happy with those she treasured, but then why was she feeling this growing cold within her heart.
Quiet, heavy breaths turned into hushed sobbing. Was the nightmare she had an omen of her fate? Was this the destiny she had to chose to be free from her innermost sorrows? "No... that's impossible." Cion denied it, not willing to believe that everything would lead her to be a being of chaos and destruction. She had saved so many lives, assured the safety and prosperity of more than just one server in more than just one life. She was a protector, sentinel and supporter. She couldn't possibly be a vile digimon deep within, could she?
The sudden noise of something knocking against her door broke her out of her dark thoughts, making her turn towards the origin of the noise. "Cion, you awake? I heard noise. Everything okay?" Bellamy the Impmon asked with slight concern to his voice. Nodding, although the impish digimon was incapable of seeing her through the door, she responded with a calm voice. "Y-yes, I'm awake. And yes, thank you. I... I think I have recovered." She explained, hoping that was enough to ease her friend's mind.
"Well... if you say so. I warm up what's left from yesterday for a great breakfast. Just come when you are ready." He invited her, footsteps turning quiet as he left her vicinity. Sighing, Cion took in a couple of deep breaths and quietly exited the cabinet rather hastily. It seemed there was still a lot of things she had to think about seriously. Who she was, what she wanted in life, whom she could open her heart to again. Maybe a bit more time with the boys would allow her to attain clarity. Ultimately, she wanted to be free, but not of who she was.
Perhaps times filled with joy would one day ease the hurt, and some fine food would certainly fill a hole or two.
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# of MPCs Taken This Month: 2
The unattainability of wishes is far less painful then the potential consequences of them becoming reality...
Cion's vision often faded to black as she stumbled towards her bed. A painful headache overcame her entire body, making her groan with pain, even while merely sitting down. Heavy breaths escaped her lips as her gaze swayed uncontrollably. Her entire system felt like breaking down, and strangely enough, she was not sure why. The CyberSagitamon felt like she suffered from amnesia, the memories of this night utterly lost to her. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and her body began feeling wearily tired.
Letting herself fall into her bed, her eyes managed to stabilize for a few seconds so she could look outside the window. Even in her state of imminent collapse, she could still enjoy the beauty of the nightly canopy. Especially from her point of view, high above the clouds inside Daedalus, it had something unfathomably soothing to it. Thankfully, she would not get air-sick from riding a Blimpmon, although her current health was not good in the first place. Noticing her limbs turn numb, she felt a strange force ensnaring her. A blink of an eye later and she could feel the cozy touch of a blanket on her furry body. Yet before she could give it a second thought, darkness already covered her eyes and spirit.
It was with a sudden jolt that Cion woke up, the cabinet as dark as it was before. Taking in the scenery, the silver digimon slowly pushed herself off the mattress to sit. She could feel her body stable again, with the exception of her sight that seemed a bit fuzzy. She could still clearly see everything she focused at, but objects outside the center of her vision were unrecognizably blurry. Groaning once more, she granted her body all the time it needed to awake. "At least... it's better..." She tried to stay optimistic.
Eventually standing up, Cion slowly walked over to the dark cabinet's window and leaned against its sill. The starry night from above the clouds was as wonderful of a sight as ever, even if her sense were currently restraining her. Dominated by it all was the radiance of the glowing moon, the light that guided the children of the night. She was not a nocturnal digimon, but she could enjoy its beauty regardless. A sigh escaped her lips as she simply watched the stars, her body relaxing as did her mind.
This however was interrupted by the sight of something all too familiar. Her eyes widened as her fingers started to jitters, almost wanting to reach out of the window. "You..." She gasped as the CyberSagitamon felt sudden, impotent rage overcome her spirit. This cursed falling star that had once initiated the ruin of her life, it had returned to taunt her. Uttering curses inappropriate for the fine lady, she could not help herself but let it all out. Whatever reality-altering properties this object had, it had imposed unbearable anguish upon her. Thanks to it, she remembered both memories and feelings of her past life. Only because she was stupid enough to utter her misguided desire.
It took a while, but soon she found herself panting for air, not having breathed in between swearwords. Every day, despite what she had done and said, she felt herself slipping further into delusion and frenzy. She was capable of playing her role as a gracious, kind supporter, but she grew weary of it. Certainly, she would often receive smiles and applause, but what was beyond that? Rarely anything at all but empty words and false promises. Honestly, she did not even know what she was supposed to expect.
Yet there was one thought that crept into her mind that began infecting her system entire. Frowning at the comet, Cion remembered what it was capable of, and perhaps it could grant her a wish once more. "But... should I..." She whispered with baring her teeth. Would another wish truly bring her contentedness, or would it only accentuate the vicious cycle. Then again... what did she really have to lose? Everything she used to be had already been undermined, and what was truly worth keeping in the present? A small apartment, friends and family that were barely ever there?
"I wish... to finally be free." The vulpine digimon spoke under her breath, her facial expression not shifting. For what felt like an eternity, nothing occured except her patience waning. She did not speak nor think, her eyes merely focusing on the blue shooting star that traversed the emptiness of space. Just as she was about to surrender to her despair though, she felt something surging from the very depths of her core. She wheezed as she felt a warmth inside her turn into a burning ardor eating away at her corporeal form. Sweat ran down her fur as she felt her legs give way, and as she gave one last look at her reflection in the window, she saw her golden eyes flare up like turbulent flames.
From afar, those living in the cover of the night would be shocked and benumbed as a sphere of fire and energy burst in the night sky many miles above them. It was a frightening and perplexing sight as the ball of fire slowly faded into smolder and ash, as well as data vanishing into thin air. And from this mark of destruction, a single, red bolt of lightning emerged that soared through the canopy with unfathomable velocity.
Far was it from their comprehension that something terrible had been unleashed upon the digital world. As reality, days and nights faded in and out of the vision of the primordial beast, the world was plunged into ruin. Small towns like the Village of Beginnings and metropolises like Terminus... all of them burned alike. A dreadful fiend had arisen out of the shadows of the digital world, and no one seemed capable of stopping its onslaught. Buildings, digimons and people, young or mature, it mattered not to the apocalyptic beast.
One could not see what it felt behind the onyx digizoid-armor that covered everything but its synthetic, golden eyes. Neither could a battered, blue pupper and his little fosterling fathom the being of chaotic apathy hovering in front of them. This vile being they once used to know, it had truly become free of her past, both in this life and its previous ones. Free of the lessons it had learned, free of morality and ethics, free of purpose and direction, free of anything worth living for. For the anguish it had experienced was tied to all of that, and it was those chains that had been broken.
Their fear, tears and begging met unheeding, dear ears. For true freedom to be attained, the past did not only have to be overcome, it had to be destroyed entirely. And with thousands of energized, red bolts, the impish creature would do just that. Just before they would impact with the injured heroes, the beast blinked once to acknowledge their passing. And as everything was drowned in detonations and ear-piercing hums, she bathed in the dispersed dust, concrete and lingering data. But nothing changed, as the monster kept feeling nothing at all, as it was freed from such burdens.
It was with a sudden jolt that Cion woke up, the Blimpmon's cabinet covered in the radiance of the morning sun's light. Taking in the scenery, the silver digimon slowly pushed herself off the mattress to sit. She could feel her body trembling and her head still aching just like last night. Thankfully, she could still clearly see everything she focused at, which meant she had recovered at least a little bit. Tilting her head, she saw a small, brown and most of all empty bottle on her bedside table. "Should have known to never touch that stuff... thanks Luke..."
Curses aside, The CyberSagitamon slowly managed to stand up, her head still pulsing from the hangover. Not wishing to think about other events having occurred during that Thanksgiving celebration, she approached the small mirror on the wall and held tight to it and the wall. As she gazed upon her own reflection, she could still feel her hands shaking from trepidation as her eyes narrowed to a look of reproach. The nightmare she had just experienced, how could she have possibly ever been able to dream something so horrid. She had fought and seen destruction before, but... at her own hands?
Her golden eyes meeting that of her own reflection, she felt immense tiredness creep into her system. All these worries, concerns, fear and uncertainty... what where they doing with her? Why was she unable to simply accept the present and look forward to the future? Why was it so difficult for her to enjoy anything, or simply see a light at the end of the tunnel. Everything felt so vain and empty, but she did not want to perceive things that way. She wanted to be happy with those she treasured, but then why was she feeling this growing cold within her heart.
Quiet, heavy breaths turned into hushed sobbing. Was the nightmare she had an omen of her fate? Was this the destiny she had to chose to be free from her innermost sorrows? "No... that's impossible." Cion denied it, not willing to believe that everything would lead her to be a being of chaos and destruction. She had saved so many lives, assured the safety and prosperity of more than just one server in more than just one life. She was a protector, sentinel and supporter. She couldn't possibly be a vile digimon deep within, could she?
The sudden noise of something knocking against her door broke her out of her dark thoughts, making her turn towards the origin of the noise. "Cion, you awake? I heard noise. Everything okay?" Bellamy the Impmon asked with slight concern to his voice. Nodding, although the impish digimon was incapable of seeing her through the door, she responded with a calm voice. "Y-yes, I'm awake. And yes, thank you. I... I think I have recovered." She explained, hoping that was enough to ease her friend's mind.
"Well... if you say so. I warm up what's left from yesterday for a great breakfast. Just come when you are ready." He invited her, footsteps turning quiet as he left her vicinity. Sighing, Cion took in a couple of deep breaths and quietly exited the cabinet rather hastily. It seemed there was still a lot of things she had to think about seriously. Who she was, what she wanted in life, whom she could open her heart to again. Maybe a bit more time with the boys would allow her to attain clarity. Ultimately, she wanted to be free, but not of who she was.
Perhaps times filled with joy would one day ease the hurt, and some fine food would certainly fill a hole or two.
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