MPC #49A "Magical Dragon Girl, Mono!" [Solo][Finished]
Apr 25, 2018 14:56:50 GMT
Post by Idea on Apr 25, 2018 14:56:50 GMT
MPC Name:And Now For Something Completely Different
MPC Number: 49A
Reward Requested: Bits
It was one afternoon while procrastinating his work, that the writer for this text sat down at his desk, reclined the chair, and turned up the PC to get back to DFRP. Somehow, though, that was name was no longer popping up in the google search results. He shifted through his history, and opened the site, then stared blankly at it for about 10 minutes confused about why the site’s color scheme had changed to pink and blue, and the logo image that used to feature the original digidestined’s digimon in mega form, now had a bunch of magical girls with “LYRICAL NANOHA FORUM ROLEPLAY” written over them. Did he get the wrong forum after all? He was sure this was came up fom his search history though. After looking through a few posts, and even tracking down his character, he came to the conclusion the forum’s fandom suddenly shifted. Just for a moment, the writer considered actually going back to work, but he immediately dismissed that silly thought, laid his fingers on the keyboard, finished that third bottle of wine and started typing.
The grammar police would like to apologize for any incoming typos and misgenderings in the citation of the resulting post.
There are millions- billions of people under the world’s vast skies. All sorts of people live their lives harboring emotions and desires of all sorts. These emotions sometimes touch one another or clash with one another. Yet still, a few of them are sure to bond to each other, and can communicate with one another. This story about to start is one of such introductions and contacts…or is it?
Mono stretched as she woke up from an odd dream in which she was some kind of weird purple lizard monster that came from some form of computer game or whatever…also, a guy. Just the thought of it was enough to make her shiver. Good thing it was just a dream, or else Mono would die from embarrassment. It wasn’t like there was nothing she shared with that creature of course, after all, it was a dream where she and the people she knew all were weird creatures like that after all, but it was the differences that would haunt her mind every time she dreamt that dream, not the way both she and the creature were found of their collections.
She stood from the bench, rolled her makeshift sleeping bag into her backpack, skillfully avoiding the hole on the bottom left. She gazed at the clock luckily placed on a building next to the park. 10h34. At this hour, most people her age would probably be falling asleep in class or pretending to take notes on the class while in fact they were making notes to gossip or trying to draw something. If they had an opening they would be catching some fresh air, chatting with friends or doing just about anything while they ate. The pickier ones would even donate an offering or two to the treasure cans, so if Mono hurried, she might just be able to scoop some breakfast out of that place’s treasure cans!
It would be super easy to do that, too, if not for the cars that drove uphill every few minutes. Not all of them were going towards the school, but some stopped to ask questions, and then Mono had to run away, so her breakfast ended up ruined. Fortunately for her, she had already developed quite the skills at sneaking up and hiding, so as long as she took the right route she probably wouldn’t be spotted at all. So as Mono figured that zigzagging and turning path among bushes and trees and tiny cliffs, she was truly thankful for what training she was given back at master Dobi’s dojo. Even now she wondered how Shou and Ren were doing. She quickly erased the thought, however, knowing that while she cared for them, she couldn’t help but envy the fact they were not kicked out of the dojo as well. She needed to focus on her goal, her prize. She needed to get to those treasure cans when there were no kids around, climb the bars, and take her breakfast. She needed to-
“Shouldn’t we give up already? However it is, I doubt they would show up in the same place every day.”
Crap! Who was that person in blue clothes? There was someone else with curled hair and glasses behind them, but Mono couldn’t make out who they might be. Praying they wouldn’t come in her direction, she slithered behind a good hiding spot, between a bush and a tree, her face hidden behind a few mushrooms.
“That’s what I thought too, but as it turns out, she does seem to think about as one would expect from a third grader.”
“Well, according to your description, she IS a third grader. Come to think of it, are you sure it’s not just one of the students playing around?”
“I ran it by the other teachers, none of them recognize anyone matching her description, and she never seems to enter through the front gates. She’s not in the student roster either, as far as I could tell.”
Mono sighed as the two of them seemed to walk away in the opposite direction, giving her a breather to get to the treasure cans, but she had to hurry a little more this time around. Who were those people? They seemed to have spotted her before, but why were they trying to stalk her now? Such questions filled her thoughts as she ran towards the bars, climbed them, got in and sneaked out some left-over greenies and half-eaten candy bars. She laid the food down right between the bars, then began climbing them again. Just a little more, and today’s mission would be successful!
“Miss Ryu, isn’t that her?” The blue man inquired to the woman in glasses, pointing directly at Mono’s painted face (for camouflage).
“She is! But why is she on top of the bars? It’s dangerous! Hey you, don’t move, we’re coming to get you!”
“…Miss Ryu, are you sure you want to phrase it like that?”
With this, the woman turned towards the blue man.
“What do you mean by that?”
This was it, now or never! Mono leapt down the bars, hurting her food a bit and thus not having enough time to grab any food. She sprinted as fast as she could despite the state of her ancle, she rushed down the hill, of course tripping and rolling down.
“Ow ow ow ow ow ow!” She complained with each tumble, until her “ow” was matched by another voice. As she rubbed her head, Mono realized she must have hit it harder than she previously thought,as the voice seemed to be coming from a small ferret holding a purple jewel in it’s mouth. “Silly me, ferrets can’t talk!”
“I sense great magical talent in you! Won’t you help me?” The creature proposed as ifspecifically to contradict Mono.
“I heard a voice! I think she’s over here!” The man in blue shouted. Mono knew she had to get away quickly, she didn’t have time to chat with hallucinations, but her feet hurt too much to get up!
“Won’t you help me?” The ferret insisted, practically shoving the purple gem in Mono’s face.
“Ah, fine, fine, I’ll help you if help me get away!” She caved in.
“Deal! Then take this, and say “dramon, set up”!”
Mono didn’t even have to think twice, this was insane, but it might turn into something worse than insanity if she didn’t do SOMETHING. She grabbed the purple gem with both hands, held together almost as if praying to it.
“Dramon, set up!”
After this there was a whole musical montage described. We at the grammar police do not approve of some of the contents described within it, nor do we condone the violent act of using a magical drill rod to knock out a police officer with a large blow to the back of the head. The citation shall thus continued after the part in which the third grade teacher passes out on the talking ferret.
The writer has yet to issue an official apology to the association of talking ferrets about the unsolicited use of their species in the citation. He insists, however, no talking ferrets were harmed in it’s making. Probably.
Mono used the outfit’s strange powers to automatically camouflage, pulled the tiny ferret from beneath the lady with the glasses, and ran back to the park. It was only as she headed there that she noted the strange familiarity of the outfit. It looked like the crossing of a frilly dress with the purple dragon monster from her…dream… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Crap! She wasn’t going to transform into it, right?
As if to answer her question, and calm her fear, there was a flash of light, and her clothes returned to normal. But she was still running with a passed out talking ferret in her hands.
She put down the small creature, allowing it to rest on her favorite helmet. It was a simple, round helmet with a silvery color, and two decorative horns which she had gotten it back when she still needed training wheels. Back when she still owned a bike. Or anything for that matter…
Ah, that tiny ferret was gonna have a lot to explain when tomorrow came.
With this, the grammar police has completed the citation and awaits the sentence from the juri.
Total Word Count: About 1601
MPC Number: 49A
Reward Requested: Bits
It was one afternoon while procrastinating his work, that the writer for this text sat down at his desk, reclined the chair, and turned up the PC to get back to DFRP. Somehow, though, that was name was no longer popping up in the google search results. He shifted through his history, and opened the site, then stared blankly at it for about 10 minutes confused about why the site’s color scheme had changed to pink and blue, and the logo image that used to feature the original digidestined’s digimon in mega form, now had a bunch of magical girls with “LYRICAL NANOHA FORUM ROLEPLAY” written over them. Did he get the wrong forum after all? He was sure this was came up fom his search history though. After looking through a few posts, and even tracking down his character, he came to the conclusion the forum’s fandom suddenly shifted. Just for a moment, the writer considered actually going back to work, but he immediately dismissed that silly thought, laid his fingers on the keyboard, finished that third bottle of wine and started typing.
The grammar police would like to apologize for any incoming typos and misgenderings in the citation of the resulting post.
There are millions- billions of people under the world’s vast skies. All sorts of people live their lives harboring emotions and desires of all sorts. These emotions sometimes touch one another or clash with one another. Yet still, a few of them are sure to bond to each other, and can communicate with one another. This story about to start is one of such introductions and contacts…or is it?
Mono stretched as she woke up from an odd dream in which she was some kind of weird purple lizard monster that came from some form of computer game or whatever…also, a guy. Just the thought of it was enough to make her shiver. Good thing it was just a dream, or else Mono would die from embarrassment. It wasn’t like there was nothing she shared with that creature of course, after all, it was a dream where she and the people she knew all were weird creatures like that after all, but it was the differences that would haunt her mind every time she dreamt that dream, not the way both she and the creature were found of their collections.
She stood from the bench, rolled her makeshift sleeping bag into her backpack, skillfully avoiding the hole on the bottom left. She gazed at the clock luckily placed on a building next to the park. 10h34. At this hour, most people her age would probably be falling asleep in class or pretending to take notes on the class while in fact they were making notes to gossip or trying to draw something. If they had an opening they would be catching some fresh air, chatting with friends or doing just about anything while they ate. The pickier ones would even donate an offering or two to the treasure cans, so if Mono hurried, she might just be able to scoop some breakfast out of that place’s treasure cans!
It would be super easy to do that, too, if not for the cars that drove uphill every few minutes. Not all of them were going towards the school, but some stopped to ask questions, and then Mono had to run away, so her breakfast ended up ruined. Fortunately for her, she had already developed quite the skills at sneaking up and hiding, so as long as she took the right route she probably wouldn’t be spotted at all. So as Mono figured that zigzagging and turning path among bushes and trees and tiny cliffs, she was truly thankful for what training she was given back at master Dobi’s dojo. Even now she wondered how Shou and Ren were doing. She quickly erased the thought, however, knowing that while she cared for them, she couldn’t help but envy the fact they were not kicked out of the dojo as well. She needed to focus on her goal, her prize. She needed to get to those treasure cans when there were no kids around, climb the bars, and take her breakfast. She needed to-
“Shouldn’t we give up already? However it is, I doubt they would show up in the same place every day.”
Crap! Who was that person in blue clothes? There was someone else with curled hair and glasses behind them, but Mono couldn’t make out who they might be. Praying they wouldn’t come in her direction, she slithered behind a good hiding spot, between a bush and a tree, her face hidden behind a few mushrooms.
“That’s what I thought too, but as it turns out, she does seem to think about as one would expect from a third grader.”
“Well, according to your description, she IS a third grader. Come to think of it, are you sure it’s not just one of the students playing around?”
“I ran it by the other teachers, none of them recognize anyone matching her description, and she never seems to enter through the front gates. She’s not in the student roster either, as far as I could tell.”
Mono sighed as the two of them seemed to walk away in the opposite direction, giving her a breather to get to the treasure cans, but she had to hurry a little more this time around. Who were those people? They seemed to have spotted her before, but why were they trying to stalk her now? Such questions filled her thoughts as she ran towards the bars, climbed them, got in and sneaked out some left-over greenies and half-eaten candy bars. She laid the food down right between the bars, then began climbing them again. Just a little more, and today’s mission would be successful!
“Miss Ryu, isn’t that her?” The blue man inquired to the woman in glasses, pointing directly at Mono’s painted face (for camouflage).
“She is! But why is she on top of the bars? It’s dangerous! Hey you, don’t move, we’re coming to get you!”
“…Miss Ryu, are you sure you want to phrase it like that?”
With this, the woman turned towards the blue man.
“What do you mean by that?”
This was it, now or never! Mono leapt down the bars, hurting her food a bit and thus not having enough time to grab any food. She sprinted as fast as she could despite the state of her ancle, she rushed down the hill, of course tripping and rolling down.
“Ow ow ow ow ow ow!” She complained with each tumble, until her “ow” was matched by another voice. As she rubbed her head, Mono realized she must have hit it harder than she previously thought,as the voice seemed to be coming from a small ferret holding a purple jewel in it’s mouth. “Silly me, ferrets can’t talk!”
“I sense great magical talent in you! Won’t you help me?” The creature proposed as ifspecifically to contradict Mono.
“I heard a voice! I think she’s over here!” The man in blue shouted. Mono knew she had to get away quickly, she didn’t have time to chat with hallucinations, but her feet hurt too much to get up!
“Won’t you help me?” The ferret insisted, practically shoving the purple gem in Mono’s face.
“Ah, fine, fine, I’ll help you if help me get away!” She caved in.
“Deal! Then take this, and say “dramon, set up”!”
Mono didn’t even have to think twice, this was insane, but it might turn into something worse than insanity if she didn’t do SOMETHING. She grabbed the purple gem with both hands, held together almost as if praying to it.
“Dramon, set up!”
After this there was a whole musical montage described. We at the grammar police do not approve of some of the contents described within it, nor do we condone the violent act of using a magical drill rod to knock out a police officer with a large blow to the back of the head. The citation shall thus continued after the part in which the third grade teacher passes out on the talking ferret.
The writer has yet to issue an official apology to the association of talking ferrets about the unsolicited use of their species in the citation. He insists, however, no talking ferrets were harmed in it’s making. Probably.
Mono used the outfit’s strange powers to automatically camouflage, pulled the tiny ferret from beneath the lady with the glasses, and ran back to the park. It was only as she headed there that she noted the strange familiarity of the outfit. It looked like the crossing of a frilly dress with the purple dragon monster from her…dream… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Crap! She wasn’t going to transform into it, right?
As if to answer her question, and calm her fear, there was a flash of light, and her clothes returned to normal. But she was still running with a passed out talking ferret in her hands.
She put down the small creature, allowing it to rest on her favorite helmet. It was a simple, round helmet with a silvery color, and two decorative horns which she had gotten it back when she still needed training wheels. Back when she still owned a bike. Or anything for that matter…
Ah, that tiny ferret was gonna have a lot to explain when tomorrow came.
With this, the grammar police has completed the citation and awaits the sentence from the juri.
Total Word Count: About 1601
THE END?
Probably Yes, But Who Knows, a Lot can Happen in Life
