MPC 49B: Screw the Rules, I Want Money! (Fangirl)
Apr 8, 2018 4:18:16 GMT
Post by Alice Alexandria on Apr 8, 2018 4:18:16 GMT
MPC Name: Screw the Rules, I Want Money! (Fangirl)
MPC Number: 49B
Reward Requested: Bits
Note: This is quite possibly the stupidest thing I've ever written. Obviously not canon. Any inconsistencies or things that don't make an ounce of sense are not intended, but work towards the overall theme of this MPC anyways.
The world of Witchelny is not one most know about, as a splinter dimension from the conventional Digital World.
But, in this case, it was in desperate need of help from the outside. A streak of crimson red hurtles through the void and punctures through, emerging in a beautiful, pastel world straight out of a fairy tale fantasy. Enormous towering castles with elegantly decorated spires, some in ruin, others perfectly fine, delicate dots of villages surrounding them, all in a classical medieval style or, again, like that of a fantasy novel. One outsider has been called home to finally prove herself and prove that she deserves to be recognized once and for all.
Dorothy rockets between the dense, thick trees of an enchanted glade, magic saturating this very landscape to the point of a dreamlike quality exuding from absolutely every inch of soil, bark, leaves and ruins. Though her physical appearance is what the more normal, less powerful individuals of this world may now recognize as hideous, she is their best bet for salvation, possessing both powers from three worlds, of magic, digital, and human natures. As the forest gives way to immeasurably vast plains speckled with farmland... And her enemies. The ones she has been called to defeat.
Hideous, towering figures that seem out of place wherever they are, their appearance so alien, so horrific that it can be best described as that of abstract art rather than that of a monster, countless, endlessly whirling stripes of black and white twirling and twisting like orderly television static. As Witchelny was still data, occasionally terrible threats from outside broke through, and this is undoubtedly the most terrible yet. Spotting a horde of such eldritch terrors, both small and large, the crimson witch stands atop her broom as she points it up to the sky, and makes a daring leap onto one of the legions, raising her hands and chanting words combining aspects of all three types of supernatural forces. Eight circles form in front of her and each fire enormous blades, each a replica of a legendary weapon in its own right and impaling any and all of the creatures in their way before exploding into dust. "Oh, spirits of legend, be you fictional, real, or beyond thy understanding, lend me you strength... I am Dorothy Hex, and within me... The concept of Magic itself sings!"
Landing without a hitch, she flicks her wrists, and makes a wide, extremely psychotic grin as two wands suitable for her massive hands form in her palms. The entire concept of magic is at her whims, able to cast any spell that exists from any world, and only such a powerful ability could stop these creatures. Breathing heavily, the witch waits for the hideous, monochrome masses of swirling patterns to approach, and then... She speaks the words to gun them down like the abominations they are. "Avada Kedavra!" Green bolts begin to fire rapidly out of the wands with pulsing intensity akin to two heavy machine guns, a curse designed to instantly render anyone and anything, no matter how strong, dead in an instant being used as a weapon of mass destruction. "C'mon, ya Eater trash, what's wrong? Can't stand a lil' whimsy in your life?!" As she stops the repeated casting of curses, she twirls the wands to change their shape, and combines them into a single staff to cast another spell.
An Eater, one of the stragglers of her already vicious assault, leaps at her, but it immediately fades into nothingness, the spell the witch has cast being a protective barrier at first, but it soon focuses into something far more dangerous... "Thought that would work. 'Course ya did, dorks... Now, watch this!" Circles of vastly incomprehensible power form around her, and they open into holes, vast, eye-shaped tears in the fabric of existence itself begin to spray homing projectiles as they gaze at the striped tentacle monsters, each and every single projectile killing a single Eater as they fly throughout the entirety of the world, seeking out and eradicating entire armies within seconds. With the path ahead her now clear, her broom returns, and she gets onto it again, speeding towards one of the nearby castles, by far the largest, knowing that she must save the greatest hero of all.
In an elaborate, massive throne room decorated so opulently that a king would weep, a shining knight wielding an axe swings with all his might at something that is immune to his attacks, a humanoid with a head consisting entirely of broken fractal images, the bizarre entity brushing itself off periodically after every attack like a stoic, stone faced businessman. "Can't you see? We will erase everything." The supposed Eater creature chuckles, knowing that attacking it with such weak magic, or indeed, a weak existence overall, is nothing but pointless.
"I won't give up! Witchelny has been through far worse!" MedievalDukemon bellows, attempting to run the entity through with his axe once again, but cutting through the strange, suited Eater as if it was nothing more than made of air. "Your kind is not going to win! I planned a backup... Just in case!" The knight in shining armor raises his axe to the enormous, opulently decorated stained glass window overlooking the so-called duel, and it smashes open, Dorothy arriving as if on cue with a weapon in her hand that can defeat anything, even concepts... A book and a pen.
"Is this really the best you have?" The suited creature gloats, simply extending a hand onto Dorothy, and within moments, she vanishes instantaneously... Or does she? A second copy of her begins writing in the book without a second thought, just grinning as the abomination's limbs disappear one by one, until all that remains is a limbless torso.
"Oh, ya know... You really oughta read more books, dork." She scribbles out contents on the page, and within moments, the suited Eater humanoid begins shrieking at such volumes that the whole of Witchelny can hear it. "That wasn't me, that was a fake me I wrote up in this here book. C'mon, it's the oldest trick in the... Well, you know." She continues to write in the reality warping tome with a cheerful hum, erasing all the eaters one by one with childish glee before finally casting the old, leather bound book aside and stepping off of her broom to approach the legendary hero, holding out her hand to him.
MedievalDukemon slowly approaches, his armor glistening and shining in the light, his vibrant blue eyes both heroic and yet soft. "Oh, Dorothy... You've saved us all, whatever can I repay you with?" The witch responds by pulling off his helmet delicately, revealing a human face so handsome and beautiful it could only belong to a true legend and hero.
"Why, your love of course, ya dork!" She immediately closes in, the two locking lips and embracing each other like true lovers, the knight adoring the witch despite, or perhaps because of some of her odd features. The two gaze into each others' eyes with romantic tension heavy in the air, the witch in red soon saying the next word. "Now that I've saved the kingdom, will ya..." She backs up, and flicks her wrist again, revealing a highly elaborate wedding ring, two, in fact, one of which is oversized enough to fit on Dorothy's hand. Both are studded with diamonds, and have a shimmering, scarlet gem in the center. "Marry me, or somethin'? Trust me, these weren't easy to get."
"Of course!" The knight takes one of the rings, though he can't wear it regularly, being in his armor most of the time. "Why wouldn't I, you just saved all of us!" He wraps his arms around Dorothy in an uncharacteristically excited hug, almost forgetting about the slight grunts of discomfort coming from her. "I don't know how, but you did it. Your actions are truly commendable, something that will be remembered in the annals of history for all of time. There is absolutely no way we can repay you, given how you saved us at the brink of total defeat."
"How 'bout my own castle with a library 'n... Well, you~?" She makes a rather suggestive wink at the handsome knight, and-
"Just what is it that you're writing on my laptop, Dorothy? You've been on there for quite some time now..." Back in reality, Alice makes a confused expression at her Digimon as the two sit on the couch together, unsure of what to think of what Dorothy's up to. "I know you're trying to upload something to the Internet, I can tell by the look on your face."
The Witchmon just grins back at the green haired woman "C'mon, can't I express myself? I'm on a roll here, this is gonna be a best seller! Besides, who doesn't like knights, witches, romance and ridiculously flashy attacks that wipe out entire armies?"
Alice just sits there, stunned at Dorothy's lack of awareness, and laughs along with her.
Word Count: 1508
MPC Number: 49B
Reward Requested: Bits
Note: This is quite possibly the stupidest thing I've ever written. Obviously not canon. Any inconsistencies or things that don't make an ounce of sense are not intended, but work towards the overall theme of this MPC anyways.
The world of Witchelny is not one most know about, as a splinter dimension from the conventional Digital World.
But, in this case, it was in desperate need of help from the outside. A streak of crimson red hurtles through the void and punctures through, emerging in a beautiful, pastel world straight out of a fairy tale fantasy. Enormous towering castles with elegantly decorated spires, some in ruin, others perfectly fine, delicate dots of villages surrounding them, all in a classical medieval style or, again, like that of a fantasy novel. One outsider has been called home to finally prove herself and prove that she deserves to be recognized once and for all.
Dorothy rockets between the dense, thick trees of an enchanted glade, magic saturating this very landscape to the point of a dreamlike quality exuding from absolutely every inch of soil, bark, leaves and ruins. Though her physical appearance is what the more normal, less powerful individuals of this world may now recognize as hideous, she is their best bet for salvation, possessing both powers from three worlds, of magic, digital, and human natures. As the forest gives way to immeasurably vast plains speckled with farmland... And her enemies. The ones she has been called to defeat.
Hideous, towering figures that seem out of place wherever they are, their appearance so alien, so horrific that it can be best described as that of abstract art rather than that of a monster, countless, endlessly whirling stripes of black and white twirling and twisting like orderly television static. As Witchelny was still data, occasionally terrible threats from outside broke through, and this is undoubtedly the most terrible yet. Spotting a horde of such eldritch terrors, both small and large, the crimson witch stands atop her broom as she points it up to the sky, and makes a daring leap onto one of the legions, raising her hands and chanting words combining aspects of all three types of supernatural forces. Eight circles form in front of her and each fire enormous blades, each a replica of a legendary weapon in its own right and impaling any and all of the creatures in their way before exploding into dust. "Oh, spirits of legend, be you fictional, real, or beyond thy understanding, lend me you strength... I am Dorothy Hex, and within me... The concept of Magic itself sings!"
Landing without a hitch, she flicks her wrists, and makes a wide, extremely psychotic grin as two wands suitable for her massive hands form in her palms. The entire concept of magic is at her whims, able to cast any spell that exists from any world, and only such a powerful ability could stop these creatures. Breathing heavily, the witch waits for the hideous, monochrome masses of swirling patterns to approach, and then... She speaks the words to gun them down like the abominations they are. "Avada Kedavra!" Green bolts begin to fire rapidly out of the wands with pulsing intensity akin to two heavy machine guns, a curse designed to instantly render anyone and anything, no matter how strong, dead in an instant being used as a weapon of mass destruction. "C'mon, ya Eater trash, what's wrong? Can't stand a lil' whimsy in your life?!" As she stops the repeated casting of curses, she twirls the wands to change their shape, and combines them into a single staff to cast another spell.
An Eater, one of the stragglers of her already vicious assault, leaps at her, but it immediately fades into nothingness, the spell the witch has cast being a protective barrier at first, but it soon focuses into something far more dangerous... "Thought that would work. 'Course ya did, dorks... Now, watch this!" Circles of vastly incomprehensible power form around her, and they open into holes, vast, eye-shaped tears in the fabric of existence itself begin to spray homing projectiles as they gaze at the striped tentacle monsters, each and every single projectile killing a single Eater as they fly throughout the entirety of the world, seeking out and eradicating entire armies within seconds. With the path ahead her now clear, her broom returns, and she gets onto it again, speeding towards one of the nearby castles, by far the largest, knowing that she must save the greatest hero of all.
In an elaborate, massive throne room decorated so opulently that a king would weep, a shining knight wielding an axe swings with all his might at something that is immune to his attacks, a humanoid with a head consisting entirely of broken fractal images, the bizarre entity brushing itself off periodically after every attack like a stoic, stone faced businessman. "Can't you see? We will erase everything." The supposed Eater creature chuckles, knowing that attacking it with such weak magic, or indeed, a weak existence overall, is nothing but pointless.
"I won't give up! Witchelny has been through far worse!" MedievalDukemon bellows, attempting to run the entity through with his axe once again, but cutting through the strange, suited Eater as if it was nothing more than made of air. "Your kind is not going to win! I planned a backup... Just in case!" The knight in shining armor raises his axe to the enormous, opulently decorated stained glass window overlooking the so-called duel, and it smashes open, Dorothy arriving as if on cue with a weapon in her hand that can defeat anything, even concepts... A book and a pen.
"Is this really the best you have?" The suited creature gloats, simply extending a hand onto Dorothy, and within moments, she vanishes instantaneously... Or does she? A second copy of her begins writing in the book without a second thought, just grinning as the abomination's limbs disappear one by one, until all that remains is a limbless torso.
"Oh, ya know... You really oughta read more books, dork." She scribbles out contents on the page, and within moments, the suited Eater humanoid begins shrieking at such volumes that the whole of Witchelny can hear it. "That wasn't me, that was a fake me I wrote up in this here book. C'mon, it's the oldest trick in the... Well, you know." She continues to write in the reality warping tome with a cheerful hum, erasing all the eaters one by one with childish glee before finally casting the old, leather bound book aside and stepping off of her broom to approach the legendary hero, holding out her hand to him.
MedievalDukemon slowly approaches, his armor glistening and shining in the light, his vibrant blue eyes both heroic and yet soft. "Oh, Dorothy... You've saved us all, whatever can I repay you with?" The witch responds by pulling off his helmet delicately, revealing a human face so handsome and beautiful it could only belong to a true legend and hero.
"Why, your love of course, ya dork!" She immediately closes in, the two locking lips and embracing each other like true lovers, the knight adoring the witch despite, or perhaps because of some of her odd features. The two gaze into each others' eyes with romantic tension heavy in the air, the witch in red soon saying the next word. "Now that I've saved the kingdom, will ya..." She backs up, and flicks her wrist again, revealing a highly elaborate wedding ring, two, in fact, one of which is oversized enough to fit on Dorothy's hand. Both are studded with diamonds, and have a shimmering, scarlet gem in the center. "Marry me, or somethin'? Trust me, these weren't easy to get."
"Of course!" The knight takes one of the rings, though he can't wear it regularly, being in his armor most of the time. "Why wouldn't I, you just saved all of us!" He wraps his arms around Dorothy in an uncharacteristically excited hug, almost forgetting about the slight grunts of discomfort coming from her. "I don't know how, but you did it. Your actions are truly commendable, something that will be remembered in the annals of history for all of time. There is absolutely no way we can repay you, given how you saved us at the brink of total defeat."
"How 'bout my own castle with a library 'n... Well, you~?" She makes a rather suggestive wink at the handsome knight, and-
"Just what is it that you're writing on my laptop, Dorothy? You've been on there for quite some time now..." Back in reality, Alice makes a confused expression at her Digimon as the two sit on the couch together, unsure of what to think of what Dorothy's up to. "I know you're trying to upload something to the Internet, I can tell by the look on your face."
The Witchmon just grins back at the green haired woman "C'mon, can't I express myself? I'm on a roll here, this is gonna be a best seller! Besides, who doesn't like knights, witches, romance and ridiculously flashy attacks that wipe out entire armies?"
Alice just sits there, stunned at Dorothy's lack of awareness, and laughs along with her.
Word Count: 1508
