MPC 48C: On the Third Day
Mar 10, 2018 14:47:14 GMT
Post by Toki Akiyama on Mar 10, 2018 14:47:14 GMT
MPC Name: On the Third Day
MPC Number: 48C
Reward Requested: Bits
A Cycle Broken, A Cycle Anew
The sun was at its peak this day in the fields, bearing down beautifully on the green fields outside Terminus. A figure was on the ground, staring up at the sky with a weak, weary smile on his face “What a beautiful day…” he said to himself as he turned his head to see the carnage surrounding him “…but a horrible day for a battle…” Digimon all around were waging war with each other. So many fell around him. If only he could still fight. Five stones were on the ground near his head, their glow dimming. The raging battle had taken its toll on him. After having existed for so long, the feeling that his time was up saddened the injured Digimon “…there’s still so much…” he grit his teeth, fighting back tears “…I still wanted to do. So many people are hurt and will continue to hurt…I can’t go now…” he said and struggled to get onto his feet, let alone pick up his hammer.
This was Tsusagimon’s last day. He couldn’t simply lie down and wait for the end. The five stones floated above his head, though they were clearly struggling to stay afloat. Near the city, many innocent Digimon swarmed for the gates for refuge as a horde of enemy Digimon chased after them. One last good deed, it seemed. With a mighty leap, Tsusagimon flew towards the crowd and swung his hammer. There was a resounding impact as it made contact with a Devimon, who was sent flying from the force of the blow. “The innocents of the Digital World…” he growled as he shot an icy glare at the oncoming army “…are under my protection!”
Crystalline spikes surrounded his battlefield as more Digimon fled to the city walls. With each hammer swing…with each kick…with each use of his powers…Tsusagimon continued to fade. Visible data flew off of his body. “Not yet…please…” he struggled to stay standing. To his horror, he saw the dark figure of a corrupted Cherubimon. The air around it crackled as hundreds of lightning spears formed around it and its immediate area. Tsusagimon looked behind him at the cowering Digimon fleeing for safety and dropped his hammer “I can’t defend them all against that…what am I going to…?” he clenched his fists “…no! Not like this!” he spread his arms outward and the stones that formed his crown shined brilliantly as cracks formed on their surfaces “Stardust…” he clasped his hands together “Symphony!” all at once the stones shattered and created a barrier of stars and constellation-like shapes in an area in front of the gate.
Tsusagimon watched as Cherubimon’s spears dissipated harmlessly against the barrier. The last of the civilians had successfully escaped into the city walls and watched in awe and sadness as the barrier began to shrink. The stars faded as the last of the spears impaled Tsusagimon through his torso. He looked back at the city gates and gave a weak smile before his body faded away to nothing where he stood.
There was a feeling of weightlessness. “Strange…” he said, his voice echoing in a vast void. When a Digimon faded, they would soon reform with not much memory of the time between. His incorporeal form drifted in this otherworldly abyss for a time. Glimpses of an aftermath filled his vision. “Is this…what happened after…?” he pondered. The fields were utterly devastated and awash with the fading data of so many Digimon from the battle. The city appeared to be safe as the Royal Knights began to organize efforts to rebuild immediately. “As dutiful as ever.” He thought fondly. A single Digimon stood where he had fallen. A Lunamon. He recognized her…but he couldn’t place the name she had given herself. She followed him around and asked him to tell her stories. Had she seen him in his final moments?
Final moments…it was so strange to think about. He wanted to come back. He wanted to help rebuild. He wanted to continue being there for others, whether they remember his efforts or not. However, something told him that wouldn’t be possible anymore. His data was too fragmented. That final blow weakened him to his very core. No longer would he form back and continue living. “I’m not done though…I’m…” the thought was heartbreaking. He wasn’t sad for his own passing, but everything he felt he left unfinished.
Despite his sadness, he saw something wonderful. The Lunamon, through her grief, looked up with a determined look before she digivolved into Lekismon to join in the rebuilding effort. Through the pain of the horrible events prior, they still stood strong. Everyone was continuing their own battles and their own lives. There was still hope in the Digital World. At this realization, he felt something tug at his core. Deep down, he felt an offer that would allow him to continue if he so wished. Flashes of his past flickered though his mind. A training ground, frigid peaks, a beautiful grove, and the place he fell for the final time. Why these places? “Wait…these were where I grew little by little…became stronger…” he realized. A warm feeling washed over him “…I see what I must do.” He felt at peace. The future was uncertain, but he was able to pass on his very being to someone capable of wielding his power. The details made no sense to him now. All he could see in a quick premonition was a hazy figure who needed his help.
Consciousness began to fade as fragments of his data spread across the far reaches of the Digital World. This was his destiny, and he would embrace it. Parts of his perception lingered on in these fragments, especially the small one containing one of his youngest forms. Time passed by in a strange way in this stasis. He could see so much happening at once, but not enough to form any coherent meanings save for a few key moments. Strange beings that weren’t Digimon began to arrive in the Digital World and took Digimon under their wing. They became partners. Friends. He couldn’t remember much of his past anymore. All he knew now was that someone would be here soon who would be able to continue his legacy.
Time soon began to flow normally for the fledgling spirit now as he saw the arrival of a young man. They looked lost and confused. They had no idea where they were and why. He struggled to appear for him, but it was not the right time. All he could do was watch as the man interacted with the denizens of this world for the first time.
Soon, the moment came. The young man had offered to help another of his kind find their Digimon friend, which led them to the forest. Selfless in a world unfamiliar…and even in the face of a Digimon attack, he fought alongside the younger human with no promise of reward. He was the one. He didn’t know why he was chosen to pass on his power to this stranger, but he finally managed the energy to appear to the human in the form of a Digivice designed to wield the power of the spirits of Digimon. Thus the cycle began anew.
MPC Number: 48C
Reward Requested: Bits
A Cycle Broken, A Cycle Anew
This was Tsusagimon’s last day. He couldn’t simply lie down and wait for the end. The five stones floated above his head, though they were clearly struggling to stay afloat. Near the city, many innocent Digimon swarmed for the gates for refuge as a horde of enemy Digimon chased after them. One last good deed, it seemed. With a mighty leap, Tsusagimon flew towards the crowd and swung his hammer. There was a resounding impact as it made contact with a Devimon, who was sent flying from the force of the blow. “The innocents of the Digital World…” he growled as he shot an icy glare at the oncoming army “…are under my protection!”
Crystalline spikes surrounded his battlefield as more Digimon fled to the city walls. With each hammer swing…with each kick…with each use of his powers…Tsusagimon continued to fade. Visible data flew off of his body. “Not yet…please…” he struggled to stay standing. To his horror, he saw the dark figure of a corrupted Cherubimon. The air around it crackled as hundreds of lightning spears formed around it and its immediate area. Tsusagimon looked behind him at the cowering Digimon fleeing for safety and dropped his hammer “I can’t defend them all against that…what am I going to…?” he clenched his fists “…no! Not like this!” he spread his arms outward and the stones that formed his crown shined brilliantly as cracks formed on their surfaces “Stardust…” he clasped his hands together “Symphony!” all at once the stones shattered and created a barrier of stars and constellation-like shapes in an area in front of the gate.
Tsusagimon watched as Cherubimon’s spears dissipated harmlessly against the barrier. The last of the civilians had successfully escaped into the city walls and watched in awe and sadness as the barrier began to shrink. The stars faded as the last of the spears impaled Tsusagimon through his torso. He looked back at the city gates and gave a weak smile before his body faded away to nothing where he stood.
There was a feeling of weightlessness. “Strange…” he said, his voice echoing in a vast void. When a Digimon faded, they would soon reform with not much memory of the time between. His incorporeal form drifted in this otherworldly abyss for a time. Glimpses of an aftermath filled his vision. “Is this…what happened after…?” he pondered. The fields were utterly devastated and awash with the fading data of so many Digimon from the battle. The city appeared to be safe as the Royal Knights began to organize efforts to rebuild immediately. “As dutiful as ever.” He thought fondly. A single Digimon stood where he had fallen. A Lunamon. He recognized her…but he couldn’t place the name she had given herself. She followed him around and asked him to tell her stories. Had she seen him in his final moments?
Final moments…it was so strange to think about. He wanted to come back. He wanted to help rebuild. He wanted to continue being there for others, whether they remember his efforts or not. However, something told him that wouldn’t be possible anymore. His data was too fragmented. That final blow weakened him to his very core. No longer would he form back and continue living. “I’m not done though…I’m…” the thought was heartbreaking. He wasn’t sad for his own passing, but everything he felt he left unfinished.
Despite his sadness, he saw something wonderful. The Lunamon, through her grief, looked up with a determined look before she digivolved into Lekismon to join in the rebuilding effort. Through the pain of the horrible events prior, they still stood strong. Everyone was continuing their own battles and their own lives. There was still hope in the Digital World. At this realization, he felt something tug at his core. Deep down, he felt an offer that would allow him to continue if he so wished. Flashes of his past flickered though his mind. A training ground, frigid peaks, a beautiful grove, and the place he fell for the final time. Why these places? “Wait…these were where I grew little by little…became stronger…” he realized. A warm feeling washed over him “…I see what I must do.” He felt at peace. The future was uncertain, but he was able to pass on his very being to someone capable of wielding his power. The details made no sense to him now. All he could see in a quick premonition was a hazy figure who needed his help.
Consciousness began to fade as fragments of his data spread across the far reaches of the Digital World. This was his destiny, and he would embrace it. Parts of his perception lingered on in these fragments, especially the small one containing one of his youngest forms. Time passed by in a strange way in this stasis. He could see so much happening at once, but not enough to form any coherent meanings save for a few key moments. Strange beings that weren’t Digimon began to arrive in the Digital World and took Digimon under their wing. They became partners. Friends. He couldn’t remember much of his past anymore. All he knew now was that someone would be here soon who would be able to continue his legacy.
Time soon began to flow normally for the fledgling spirit now as he saw the arrival of a young man. They looked lost and confused. They had no idea where they were and why. He struggled to appear for him, but it was not the right time. All he could do was watch as the man interacted with the denizens of this world for the first time.
Soon, the moment came. The young man had offered to help another of his kind find their Digimon friend, which led them to the forest. Selfless in a world unfamiliar…and even in the face of a Digimon attack, he fought alongside the younger human with no promise of reward. He was the one. He didn’t know why he was chosen to pass on his power to this stranger, but he finally managed the energy to appear to the human in the form of a Digivice designed to wield the power of the spirits of Digimon. Thus the cycle began anew.
Moonlit Grace gave way to light
A grand tale closes
The new moon rises once more
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Final Word Count: 1226
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Final Word Count: 1226