MPC 48: On the third Day [Completed]
Mar 4, 2018 2:25:20 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2018 2:25:20 GMT
This has happened before.
That thought trailed through her mind, reverberated through her data and sank in after what felt like eons. She was dead. How did she meet her end this time? What had she done wrong? It felt gentle, it felt slow and it felt passive.
It felt controlled
What sort of decision did she make here? Was it even her decision to make? No.. She had never considered this act before so of course it wouldn't of been hers. K was the sort of mon that relished her life so much that she had fought to save it in several different spans; even losing before.
So something must of happened right? But what was it?
Her brow furrowed and she'd mull over the events that were slowly tumbling through her mind. She remembered walking through a forest, talking to a friend about plans of the future... No that was too far back; that was back in the jesmon core. Not hers. She scratched her head and continued mulling over what she was given.
She had her second chance before, it was given to her without pause or reason. Was she getting a third chance this time around?
She didn't get to answer that as more thoughts unbidden came into her mind. She was in a battle; against some creature she had never seen before and something massive kept trying to strike her like it's life depended on it. It was filled to the brim with sorrow and she was given the view of it's eyes.
They were dead mon's eyes, eyes that sang of frustration pain and hatred. She was enthralled by the sensation for a long time. Was this the thing that killed her? She watched the memory flutter by enraptured still by the story it was telling her.
She moved gracefully that much she could see, but the creature's desperation won out. It cut her in twain and then attempted to feast on her data but... Something stopped it and the memory went black. The digimon frowned and considered what she had seen.
She had been sure of herself.
She had overextended.
Her style was not something that required her to always get close to it. She kept musing over the choices of that fight; pushing back to deep seated problems....
Then a little voice somewhere asked, quietly almost solemnly. If she should get this chance, or just pass her data on to the next in the cycle. Would they do better than she with the power she had been able to build? Would the do the things she could not? She wouldn't know, for all she could know...
The first key is control.
The line of dialogue was powerful, was centered deep within her core and made her 'exhale' in such a way that sent her data into a tizzy. It was the jesmon core; it wanted to continue. It wanted her to continue. Her 'hand' came to her head and she felt a frown spread through her.
The second key is perception.
She could see the things she did wrong, all across her life. Things that she had chosen over others in a semblance of safety. In a semblance of keeping other safe. Was that worth it? She felt in her heart that it was; she had grown in such a way that she wanted to see others happy. That she wanted to...
The third key is power
She had grown strong, incredibly so. Every step of her journey was a mark on her fur, a scuff on her armor. A friend in need, a foe in wanting. She had spread herself out to those that wanted her, needed her, desired her, Loved her, hated her, despised her, killed her, made her who she was. She had given so much, taken so little and in the end she didn't care that she had continued to give more and more without getting anything back.
The fourth key is loyalty
She could see his face, his features almost perfectly. Every single groove underlining the fur. The eyes that didn't sit judgmentally; the eyes that had been soft and desired her in more ways than she could expect to deal with. She could feel the touch, she could feel the love. She could feel him calling her too.
But she could feel the others doing the same, she could see the others doing the same. But not to the same level of his. He wanted her in such a fierce way, he had fallen for her in such a fierce way that all she could do is accept it. In every single regard it was the perfect reaction for either of them.
Then there was a snap.
She could feel those fangs on her neck, those paws on her shoulders. The burning sensation on her chest. The driving point of the fangs deepening cutting tearing and rending her. She could feel the crack and the bastion of pain that he had given her.
It wasn't him.
It couldn't of been him, things had just gone that way. He had helped her and she had failed him. There was such an intense burst of emotion that she almost forgot something important. She almost forgot the next key.
The fifth key is forgiveness.
She exhaled slowly and leaned back, tumbling in limbo as time seemed to hold little meaning to her. How often did she forgive? How often did she forget? She spent so long in one place she had grown complacent in the world, forgiving actions that didn't need to be forgiven and forgetting the rest. She kept on trudging forward, enjoying the sheer idea of forgetfulness and substituting that for forgiveness. She had failed in that regard.
The six key is yourself.
She was inherently flawed. In every fashion. She was powerless, she had no control, she perceived the very nothingness itself, her loyalties were skewed, she could not forgive and she could not forget.
Then there was that voice again.
It was louder. Harsher, meaner. It wanted her, it wanted her bad. it wanted everything about her and to make her forget completely in both data and mind. It scared her but then it asked her something.
Was it worth it?
She sat there tumbling in limbo still. Staring into the mass of recollection that was her data, was her life. Was her every day for so long tending to that inn, tending to those people. Helping people of all fashion, fighting, winning, losing.. Dying.
All she could do was nod to this question.
The voice seemed a bit angry of course but it's gentle soothing rhythm washed over her and made her forget her worry.
Learn again my dear.
She could see a white light and hear the faint rushing of water...
Bits if you dont mind!
That thought trailed through her mind, reverberated through her data and sank in after what felt like eons. She was dead. How did she meet her end this time? What had she done wrong? It felt gentle, it felt slow and it felt passive.
It felt controlled
What sort of decision did she make here? Was it even her decision to make? No.. She had never considered this act before so of course it wouldn't of been hers. K was the sort of mon that relished her life so much that she had fought to save it in several different spans; even losing before.
So something must of happened right? But what was it?
Her brow furrowed and she'd mull over the events that were slowly tumbling through her mind. She remembered walking through a forest, talking to a friend about plans of the future... No that was too far back; that was back in the jesmon core. Not hers. She scratched her head and continued mulling over what she was given.
She had her second chance before, it was given to her without pause or reason. Was she getting a third chance this time around?
She didn't get to answer that as more thoughts unbidden came into her mind. She was in a battle; against some creature she had never seen before and something massive kept trying to strike her like it's life depended on it. It was filled to the brim with sorrow and she was given the view of it's eyes.
They were dead mon's eyes, eyes that sang of frustration pain and hatred. She was enthralled by the sensation for a long time. Was this the thing that killed her? She watched the memory flutter by enraptured still by the story it was telling her.
She moved gracefully that much she could see, but the creature's desperation won out. It cut her in twain and then attempted to feast on her data but... Something stopped it and the memory went black. The digimon frowned and considered what she had seen.
She had been sure of herself.
She had overextended.
Her style was not something that required her to always get close to it. She kept musing over the choices of that fight; pushing back to deep seated problems....
Then a little voice somewhere asked, quietly almost solemnly. If she should get this chance, or just pass her data on to the next in the cycle. Would they do better than she with the power she had been able to build? Would the do the things she could not? She wouldn't know, for all she could know...
The first key is control.
The line of dialogue was powerful, was centered deep within her core and made her 'exhale' in such a way that sent her data into a tizzy. It was the jesmon core; it wanted to continue. It wanted her to continue. Her 'hand' came to her head and she felt a frown spread through her.
The second key is perception.
She could see the things she did wrong, all across her life. Things that she had chosen over others in a semblance of safety. In a semblance of keeping other safe. Was that worth it? She felt in her heart that it was; she had grown in such a way that she wanted to see others happy. That she wanted to...
The third key is power
She had grown strong, incredibly so. Every step of her journey was a mark on her fur, a scuff on her armor. A friend in need, a foe in wanting. She had spread herself out to those that wanted her, needed her, desired her, Loved her, hated her, despised her, killed her, made her who she was. She had given so much, taken so little and in the end she didn't care that she had continued to give more and more without getting anything back.
The fourth key is loyalty
She could see his face, his features almost perfectly. Every single groove underlining the fur. The eyes that didn't sit judgmentally; the eyes that had been soft and desired her in more ways than she could expect to deal with. She could feel the touch, she could feel the love. She could feel him calling her too.
But she could feel the others doing the same, she could see the others doing the same. But not to the same level of his. He wanted her in such a fierce way, he had fallen for her in such a fierce way that all she could do is accept it. In every single regard it was the perfect reaction for either of them.
Then there was a snap.
She could feel those fangs on her neck, those paws on her shoulders. The burning sensation on her chest. The driving point of the fangs deepening cutting tearing and rending her. She could feel the crack and the bastion of pain that he had given her.
It wasn't him.
It couldn't of been him, things had just gone that way. He had helped her and she had failed him. There was such an intense burst of emotion that she almost forgot something important. She almost forgot the next key.
The fifth key is forgiveness.
She exhaled slowly and leaned back, tumbling in limbo as time seemed to hold little meaning to her. How often did she forgive? How often did she forget? She spent so long in one place she had grown complacent in the world, forgiving actions that didn't need to be forgiven and forgetting the rest. She kept on trudging forward, enjoying the sheer idea of forgetfulness and substituting that for forgiveness. She had failed in that regard.
The six key is yourself.
She was inherently flawed. In every fashion. She was powerless, she had no control, she perceived the very nothingness itself, her loyalties were skewed, she could not forgive and she could not forget.
Then there was that voice again.
It was louder. Harsher, meaner. It wanted her, it wanted her bad. it wanted everything about her and to make her forget completely in both data and mind. It scared her but then it asked her something.
Was it worth it?
She sat there tumbling in limbo still. Staring into the mass of recollection that was her data, was her life. Was her every day for so long tending to that inn, tending to those people. Helping people of all fashion, fighting, winning, losing.. Dying.
All she could do was nod to this question.
The voice seemed a bit angry of course but it's gentle soothing rhythm washed over her and made her forget her worry.
Learn again my dear.
She could see a white light and hear the faint rushing of water...
Bits if you dont mind!
