MPC48C - A Key Through The Heart (Complete)
Mar 4, 2018 22:02:20 GMT
Post by Haru Toriya and Tawna on Mar 4, 2018 22:02:20 GMT
Death. Death was something both celebrated and feared. For the victors, they celebrate the death of their foes and honor those of their comrades. For the losers, it was the final aftermath and worst case scenario.
It appeared to be that she was one of the losers this time.
She did not even know what had killed her in the first place. She had felt a sharp, stabbing pain one moment... and the next, the feeling of her body shattering into data. It was painful, yes... but her pain soon disappeared as her body met it's end. For an untimely end, it was not as wholely frightening as she was led to believe. Unexpected, yes... but at the same time, not as terrifying a feeling. If anything, death felt like... she was just going to sleep.
She already was starting to forget what she was doing or who she even was. She remembered a few details... She was a Magnadramon X, and she had been at the time fighting... something. She did not know what, nor if it were even her killer, but those points were moot now. She was very dead right now, questions like those just being irrelevant at this time.
She didn't feel like her data was just forcibly absorbed or anything like that... so she supposed that meant she was mostly fine. Mostly. She was now on the last part of the Digimon lifecycle of "awaiting rebirth in the form of a Digitama", but time itself seemed slow to her. Or fast? Time itself seemed to not even be relevant now in this in-between state of life and death... which left a question in her consciousness. How long would it take for her to be even reborn? She had no clue as to how long this process took... Days? Months? Years? The truth was, she was not even sure.
She'd have let out a sigh of boredom, but even her current state would not allow her. She was formless in shape, deprived of all senses. With no eyes, she could not see. With no arms or legs, she could not move. With no mouth, she could not scream. All she had was her own mind. Would death seek to try and take that as well?
Now there was a terrifying thought... was this just the last throes of her mind before meeting oblivion? ... It wasn't like she was actually scared, but it was not a pleasant thought. Just because she was not fearful did not mean she could feel displeasure about these circumstances.
What even was her goal in life? She actually did not even know at this point... She didn't know what she had even been fighting for, so how would she even know what her own goals were? How disappointing that was... Did she even have a purpose? She had been a Mega level, which by all means was no small feat for Digimon... yet she felt at the same time like it wasn't even power earned by her.
Now she began to think about it... Yes... She was starting to remember slightly. The Empyrean Skies. It was a time of darkness upon the Digital World. Fiends of all kinds running rampant, preying upon those unable to defend themselves. She had been a soldier... a soldier for a higher power. Her goal was a simple one... to smite evil and protect the innocent. She was given this power to do just that, but... complications arose.
Her duty had been to guard the Empyrean Skies. Trespassers were to be judged, evil destroyed on sight. A simple goal, but... evil was a subjective concept.
It was a mere DemiDevimon, one that had seemed to stumble upon the skies. In truth, it really posed little threat... it did not even appear to be malicious in nature despite it's demonic visage. As far as she could tell, it was of inconsequence.
However, her holy "comrades"... did not seem to share her view. A ClavisAngemon immediately deleted the Rookie, calling her actions treasonous.
Treasonous for what? Allowing a single petty Virus Digimon to roam the Empyrean Skies? She had not understood as to why they so harshly were judging her or the now deleted Digimon. She had questioned why one force of good's opinion was rated above that of another. After all, she had seen no threat in the Rookie level... so why treat him to death?
The moment she had looked away was the moment she felt a key pierce straight through her body. One simple, swift action led to her being here... awaiting reincarnation.
Now that she began to really think about it... that started to frustrate her. Why HER? She didn't do anything wrong... right? She had figured she was on the side of good... so why did her own ally kill her? This brought up a bit of a moral dilemna for the fading consciousness... Causing her to question what or why she even was assigned this position, only to be thrown on the pile of murder the angelic Digimon she had worked for had.
Had she even been on the side of good to begin with? Or was she just a hapless bystander of some war she had true part of. Cannon fodder? Just another obstacle for her foes? How much of a point did her life really have back there?
The consciousness felt a warm sensation... it seeming that her time as little more but a formless mind floating within the deep web was coming to an end. It had not seemed like much time had passed, but time was subjective at this point. She felt her data already starting to resettle... the Digital World feeling far different in it's nature now than it was back then. How much time had passed since her death... what was she to even do now?
Her mind felt like it was already falling apart... memories fading away as her data soon began reshaping itself. Her time was nearing it's end it seemed. Instead of attempting to scream out at the darkness, attempting to hold onto some form of semblance of herself... she merely accepted her circumstances.
Soon enough, she felt as if she were drifting back into a deep sleep.
Digieggs were scattered around the Village of Beginnings, the occasional Fresh level or In-Training Digimon bounding around the area or sleeping in make-shift cribs that dotted the landscape.
Among these eggs, a pure-white one seemed to crack open... a tiny white blob-like Digimon poking out of it's oval prison, soon hopping out... as if being guided to a new destination or goal.
[[EXIT]]
[OOC: Posts plz]
[WC: 1106 words]
It appeared to be that she was one of the losers this time.
She did not even know what had killed her in the first place. She had felt a sharp, stabbing pain one moment... and the next, the feeling of her body shattering into data. It was painful, yes... but her pain soon disappeared as her body met it's end. For an untimely end, it was not as wholely frightening as she was led to believe. Unexpected, yes... but at the same time, not as terrifying a feeling. If anything, death felt like... she was just going to sleep.
She already was starting to forget what she was doing or who she even was. She remembered a few details... She was a Magnadramon X, and she had been at the time fighting... something. She did not know what, nor if it were even her killer, but those points were moot now. She was very dead right now, questions like those just being irrelevant at this time.
She didn't feel like her data was just forcibly absorbed or anything like that... so she supposed that meant she was mostly fine. Mostly. She was now on the last part of the Digimon lifecycle of "awaiting rebirth in the form of a Digitama", but time itself seemed slow to her. Or fast? Time itself seemed to not even be relevant now in this in-between state of life and death... which left a question in her consciousness. How long would it take for her to be even reborn? She had no clue as to how long this process took... Days? Months? Years? The truth was, she was not even sure.
She'd have let out a sigh of boredom, but even her current state would not allow her. She was formless in shape, deprived of all senses. With no eyes, she could not see. With no arms or legs, she could not move. With no mouth, she could not scream. All she had was her own mind. Would death seek to try and take that as well?
Now there was a terrifying thought... was this just the last throes of her mind before meeting oblivion? ... It wasn't like she was actually scared, but it was not a pleasant thought. Just because she was not fearful did not mean she could feel displeasure about these circumstances.
What even was her goal in life? She actually did not even know at this point... She didn't know what she had even been fighting for, so how would she even know what her own goals were? How disappointing that was... Did she even have a purpose? She had been a Mega level, which by all means was no small feat for Digimon... yet she felt at the same time like it wasn't even power earned by her.
Now she began to think about it... Yes... She was starting to remember slightly. The Empyrean Skies. It was a time of darkness upon the Digital World. Fiends of all kinds running rampant, preying upon those unable to defend themselves. She had been a soldier... a soldier for a higher power. Her goal was a simple one... to smite evil and protect the innocent. She was given this power to do just that, but... complications arose.
Her duty had been to guard the Empyrean Skies. Trespassers were to be judged, evil destroyed on sight. A simple goal, but... evil was a subjective concept.
It was a mere DemiDevimon, one that had seemed to stumble upon the skies. In truth, it really posed little threat... it did not even appear to be malicious in nature despite it's demonic visage. As far as she could tell, it was of inconsequence.
However, her holy "comrades"... did not seem to share her view. A ClavisAngemon immediately deleted the Rookie, calling her actions treasonous.
Treasonous for what? Allowing a single petty Virus Digimon to roam the Empyrean Skies? She had not understood as to why they so harshly were judging her or the now deleted Digimon. She had questioned why one force of good's opinion was rated above that of another. After all, she had seen no threat in the Rookie level... so why treat him to death?
The moment she had looked away was the moment she felt a key pierce straight through her body. One simple, swift action led to her being here... awaiting reincarnation.
Now that she began to really think about it... that started to frustrate her. Why HER? She didn't do anything wrong... right? She had figured she was on the side of good... so why did her own ally kill her? This brought up a bit of a moral dilemna for the fading consciousness... Causing her to question what or why she even was assigned this position, only to be thrown on the pile of murder the angelic Digimon she had worked for had.
Had she even been on the side of good to begin with? Or was she just a hapless bystander of some war she had true part of. Cannon fodder? Just another obstacle for her foes? How much of a point did her life really have back there?
The consciousness felt a warm sensation... it seeming that her time as little more but a formless mind floating within the deep web was coming to an end. It had not seemed like much time had passed, but time was subjective at this point. She felt her data already starting to resettle... the Digital World feeling far different in it's nature now than it was back then. How much time had passed since her death... what was she to even do now?
Her mind felt like it was already falling apart... memories fading away as her data soon began reshaping itself. Her time was nearing it's end it seemed. Instead of attempting to scream out at the darkness, attempting to hold onto some form of semblance of herself... she merely accepted her circumstances.
Soon enough, she felt as if she were drifting back into a deep sleep.
Digieggs were scattered around the Village of Beginnings, the occasional Fresh level or In-Training Digimon bounding around the area or sleeping in make-shift cribs that dotted the landscape.
Among these eggs, a pure-white one seemed to crack open... a tiny white blob-like Digimon poking out of it's oval prison, soon hopping out... as if being guided to a new destination or goal.
[[EXIT]]
[OOC: Posts plz]
[WC: 1106 words]
