One Final Glance At The Past [MPC#44C] [SOLO]
Oct 15, 2017 11:21:31 GMT
Post by Cion on Oct 15, 2017 11:21:31 GMT
MPC#44C: Old Man Tamer
# of MPCs Taken This Month: 1
They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.
30 years. It had almost been three decades since Cion had last visited the farming village of Eirene, located in the middle of a lush forest. Among taking care of her home and family and working as a mercenary for P.R.O.F.I.T, she never had time nor interest in paying one of her first memories another visit. To be completely honest, she had pretty much forgotten that this place even existed, and had only recently remembered it due to Terminus' bill board. Ever since becoming a full-time mercenary, the vulpine digimon had visited it much less frequently, and only to fill in gaps in her weekly schedule.
Rarely had she taken days off to grant herself respite, even if most of her workday was spent with casual negotiations and paper work. After all, as a member of an organization like P.R.O.F.I.T, she had to make sure to keep everything neat and tidy, and to get as much payment out of her customers as possible without appearing like the living embodiment of avarice. And her determination had payed off greatly, allowing her and her family to live a life of great comfort when away from work. Naturally, Owen, Logan and Hikaru were contributing their significant part as well.
But today was one of those mandatory holidays of the organization where she was literally obliged not to do any official tasks unless the world depended on it. Naturally, she found it difficult not to do anything, as it kept her mind occupied and unpleasant thoughts out of her awareness. Was it fate or merely coincidence she did not know, but the moment she had seen the task that required at least one volunteer, she had accepted it without hesitation. Not necessarily to perform an act of charity, but to see how things have changed in three decades.
Ever since the devastating blizzard thirty years ago, the governments of the digital world had been more focused on prevention than aid in case of natural disasters occurring. Buildings and streets were built and refurbished with strict safety instructions in mind, and resources were sent to smaller parts of the nation as to grant them sufficient leeway. This was exactly the point of the task she had taken, to give the people of Eirene tools and items to protect themselves from a potentially harsh Winter.
Autumn was already doing it's job admirably, tinting all flora in many shades of golden while many leaves fell of most kinds of trees. Often, there were mild, sometimes heavy winds, streaming past the CyberSagitamon's fur, causing it to waft like waves breaking at the shore. The sky was almost always covered in light gray clouds, and the occasional mild, short-lived downpour was a fact everyone had to deal with. Not many digital animals were showing themselves anymore, leaving most areas cold and silent. To it's credit, it was exactly this kind of tranquility the digimon often longed for, and hence savored.
Just like back then, 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 shrouded Autumn sky, though it would still take at least 2 more hours before nightfall occurred. Regardless, a couple of lights were already burning inside the two dozen buildings that made up the entirety of this small farming village, next to the sizable acres of course, although many of them had already been harvested and prepared for hibernal yield. She did not know the specifics of farming, hence she left that stuff to the more or less 75 people that lived here.
As she crossed the bridge and entered one of the two main streets of Eirene, Cion quickly noticed that the people of this town were still keeping their promises in living active lives. Children were playing and sparring with each other, while adults exercised whenever possible, and it showed. By now, many of the adults were digimons of the Ultimate level, some had even attained Mega. With the guards from Terminus acting as sentinels and enforcers of the law, certainly no mere fiend could take this village hostage again. They were strong and could take care of themselves, which was most delightful to the silver, armored digimon.
Walking down the street towards the circular plaza, memories from long ago resurfaced inside her mind. So many years ago, she and Owen as Rookies had taken the same mission, although back then they still had to fight through the blizzard. Things had changed so much back then, but despite the decades, it was still difficult for her to attune herself to her life. Often, she still felt alone and without purpose, merely living day in and day out as to assure her survival and the survival of those she cared about. Sometimes, she felt like she did not achieve anything at all, neither for herself not the greater good.
Shaking her head with an expression of remorse, she forced these thoughts back into the deepest abyss of her mind. She was here to make a delivery, not to ruin her own mood and that of others. Turning her attention to what was in front of her, she briefly beheld the small plaza. The two main streets still crossed her, and the shops were still standing proud and lively as ever. Most of all, the inn the belonged to Lyra the Bucchiemon remained cozy and unchanged as always. It seemed time had not yet taken hold of this fine little town.
Taking in a deep breath, she took a few seconds to beat dust out of her armor and fur and stepped inside the retro establishment. As it was often the case, at this time of the day, the inn was not bustling with digimons, as there was still plenty of work that needed to be done before they could celebrate. Despite of that, the pleasant smell of roasted beef, cooked potatoes and steaming vegetables entered her nostrils, causing her to realize how hungry she actually was. It had been a long journey after all.
Taking a stool at the counter, she noticed that neither Lyra, nor Imago her adoptive son and former enemy of her, were present. "Perhaps they are in the kitchen?" Cion wondered out loud, which immediately lead to a response from an unfamiliar voice. "Please accept my apologies. We've not heard you enter. How may I serve you, ma'am?" The voice apologized and asked. The digimon who had spoken these words hastily exited out of a back room, revealing itself to be a male Stingmon. The CyberSagitamon smiled, knowing exactly that this was Imago, just grown-up.
It did not seem to recognize her, bunt considering how much time had past and the few minutes they had only seen each other, that was no surprise. Cion had no intention on causing any disturbances through nostalgia, hence she kept quiet about her true identity. "No problem. And I'd like the daily special dish. I need something hearty after my journey." She calmly explained herself with the typical, warm smile she carried on her muzzle. "Oh!" Imago let out with a small grin. "You must be this year's courier then. Thank you for coming so timely."
The gratitude in the Stingmon's voice and facial expression was clear, filling the female digimon with a gentle warmth inside her heart. Once a fiendish savage, the digimon in front of her was now a kind member of civilization who appeared to enjoy his life. Lyra had done an excellent job in raising him properly, and it showed. Cion did not need to know anything else to be confident that she had done the right thing alongside Owen to let the village take care of the Shadramon they had defeated. Ultimately, it was a happy ending for everyone.
"I'm coming!" A familiar, female voice resounded throughout the inn. The Bucchiemon stepped out from the kitchen area behind the bar, carrying a big plate with plenty of beef, potatoes and vegetables on them, all covered in exquisite gravy. Putting it in front of her nose, Lyra handed Cion a spoon, fork and knife as to properly savor her square meal. In return, the vulpine digimon pulled out the Infini-Store out of her pockets and handed it over to the amiable Bucchiemon. "Here. That's yours. Regards from Terminus."
As clear as the day, Lyra was overjoyed to have the Infini-Store in her hands, giving her dear son a tight hug before turning her attention back to the courier. "Thank you. I'll make sure to distribute it to everyone. Have this meal for free as a sign of our gratitude, and if you want you can stay this night free of charge." The Bucchiemon offered the CyberSagitamon, who was already busy relishing the delicious food in front of her. A faint chuckle escaped her lips as she finished one bite, her golden eyes meeting that of the owner of the inn and her adoptive child.
Neither him nor her remembered Cion instantly. Were memories really this fragile, or had they simply met more people that had caught their attention and admiration. Ultimately, she was fine with it one way or another, as they had never really been close friends. They and the people of Eirene were happy, that's all that mattered to her in the end. Smiling at them toothily, she reached out a paw for the both of them to shake. "Thank you. I gladly take your kind offer."
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# of MPCs Taken This Month: 1
They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.
30 years. It had almost been three decades since Cion had last visited the farming village of Eirene, located in the middle of a lush forest. Among taking care of her home and family and working as a mercenary for P.R.O.F.I.T, she never had time nor interest in paying one of her first memories another visit. To be completely honest, she had pretty much forgotten that this place even existed, and had only recently remembered it due to Terminus' bill board. Ever since becoming a full-time mercenary, the vulpine digimon had visited it much less frequently, and only to fill in gaps in her weekly schedule.
Rarely had she taken days off to grant herself respite, even if most of her workday was spent with casual negotiations and paper work. After all, as a member of an organization like P.R.O.F.I.T, she had to make sure to keep everything neat and tidy, and to get as much payment out of her customers as possible without appearing like the living embodiment of avarice. And her determination had payed off greatly, allowing her and her family to live a life of great comfort when away from work. Naturally, Owen, Logan and Hikaru were contributing their significant part as well.
But today was one of those mandatory holidays of the organization where she was literally obliged not to do any official tasks unless the world depended on it. Naturally, she found it difficult not to do anything, as it kept her mind occupied and unpleasant thoughts out of her awareness. Was it fate or merely coincidence she did not know, but the moment she had seen the task that required at least one volunteer, she had accepted it without hesitation. Not necessarily to perform an act of charity, but to see how things have changed in three decades.
Ever since the devastating blizzard thirty years ago, the governments of the digital world had been more focused on prevention than aid in case of natural disasters occurring. Buildings and streets were built and refurbished with strict safety instructions in mind, and resources were sent to smaller parts of the nation as to grant them sufficient leeway. This was exactly the point of the task she had taken, to give the people of Eirene tools and items to protect themselves from a potentially harsh Winter.
Autumn was already doing it's job admirably, tinting all flora in many shades of golden while many leaves fell of most kinds of trees. Often, there were mild, sometimes heavy winds, streaming past the CyberSagitamon's fur, causing it to waft like waves breaking at the shore. The sky was almost always covered in light gray clouds, and the occasional mild, short-lived downpour was a fact everyone had to deal with. Not many digital animals were showing themselves anymore, leaving most areas cold and silent. To it's credit, it was exactly this kind of tranquility the digimon often longed for, and hence savored.
Just like back then, 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 shrouded Autumn sky, though it would still take at least 2 more hours before nightfall occurred. Regardless, a couple of lights were already burning inside the two dozen buildings that made up the entirety of this small farming village, next to the sizable acres of course, although many of them had already been harvested and prepared for hibernal yield. She did not know the specifics of farming, hence she left that stuff to the more or less 75 people that lived here.
As she crossed the bridge and entered one of the two main streets of Eirene, Cion quickly noticed that the people of this town were still keeping their promises in living active lives. Children were playing and sparring with each other, while adults exercised whenever possible, and it showed. By now, many of the adults were digimons of the Ultimate level, some had even attained Mega. With the guards from Terminus acting as sentinels and enforcers of the law, certainly no mere fiend could take this village hostage again. They were strong and could take care of themselves, which was most delightful to the silver, armored digimon.
Walking down the street towards the circular plaza, memories from long ago resurfaced inside her mind. So many years ago, she and Owen as Rookies had taken the same mission, although back then they still had to fight through the blizzard. Things had changed so much back then, but despite the decades, it was still difficult for her to attune herself to her life. Often, she still felt alone and without purpose, merely living day in and day out as to assure her survival and the survival of those she cared about. Sometimes, she felt like she did not achieve anything at all, neither for herself not the greater good.
Shaking her head with an expression of remorse, she forced these thoughts back into the deepest abyss of her mind. She was here to make a delivery, not to ruin her own mood and that of others. Turning her attention to what was in front of her, she briefly beheld the small plaza. The two main streets still crossed her, and the shops were still standing proud and lively as ever. Most of all, the inn the belonged to Lyra the Bucchiemon remained cozy and unchanged as always. It seemed time had not yet taken hold of this fine little town.
Taking in a deep breath, she took a few seconds to beat dust out of her armor and fur and stepped inside the retro establishment. As it was often the case, at this time of the day, the inn was not bustling with digimons, as there was still plenty of work that needed to be done before they could celebrate. Despite of that, the pleasant smell of roasted beef, cooked potatoes and steaming vegetables entered her nostrils, causing her to realize how hungry she actually was. It had been a long journey after all.
Taking a stool at the counter, she noticed that neither Lyra, nor Imago her adoptive son and former enemy of her, were present. "Perhaps they are in the kitchen?" Cion wondered out loud, which immediately lead to a response from an unfamiliar voice. "Please accept my apologies. We've not heard you enter. How may I serve you, ma'am?" The voice apologized and asked. The digimon who had spoken these words hastily exited out of a back room, revealing itself to be a male Stingmon. The CyberSagitamon smiled, knowing exactly that this was Imago, just grown-up.
It did not seem to recognize her, bunt considering how much time had past and the few minutes they had only seen each other, that was no surprise. Cion had no intention on causing any disturbances through nostalgia, hence she kept quiet about her true identity. "No problem. And I'd like the daily special dish. I need something hearty after my journey." She calmly explained herself with the typical, warm smile she carried on her muzzle. "Oh!" Imago let out with a small grin. "You must be this year's courier then. Thank you for coming so timely."
The gratitude in the Stingmon's voice and facial expression was clear, filling the female digimon with a gentle warmth inside her heart. Once a fiendish savage, the digimon in front of her was now a kind member of civilization who appeared to enjoy his life. Lyra had done an excellent job in raising him properly, and it showed. Cion did not need to know anything else to be confident that she had done the right thing alongside Owen to let the village take care of the Shadramon they had defeated. Ultimately, it was a happy ending for everyone.
"I'm coming!" A familiar, female voice resounded throughout the inn. The Bucchiemon stepped out from the kitchen area behind the bar, carrying a big plate with plenty of beef, potatoes and vegetables on them, all covered in exquisite gravy. Putting it in front of her nose, Lyra handed Cion a spoon, fork and knife as to properly savor her square meal. In return, the vulpine digimon pulled out the Infini-Store out of her pockets and handed it over to the amiable Bucchiemon. "Here. That's yours. Regards from Terminus."
As clear as the day, Lyra was overjoyed to have the Infini-Store in her hands, giving her dear son a tight hug before turning her attention back to the courier. "Thank you. I'll make sure to distribute it to everyone. Have this meal for free as a sign of our gratitude, and if you want you can stay this night free of charge." The Bucchiemon offered the CyberSagitamon, who was already busy relishing the delicious food in front of her. A faint chuckle escaped her lips as she finished one bite, her golden eyes meeting that of the owner of the inn and her adoptive child.
Neither him nor her remembered Cion instantly. Were memories really this fragile, or had they simply met more people that had caught their attention and admiration. Ultimately, she was fine with it one way or another, as they had never really been close friends. They and the people of Eirene were happy, that's all that mattered to her in the end. Smiling at them toothily, she reached out a paw for the both of them to shake. "Thank you. I gladly take your kind offer."
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