MPC 50B: ME, THE FORGOTTEN MEMORY
May 1, 2018 17:16:12 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 17:16:12 GMT
"A suffering twice over, death would of been an easier route. But without my suffering I cannot say that I live. Instead... I mourn the forgotten that has become me."
It had been subtle at first, the small snapping of the fingers the gentle touch to someone she knew wouldn't ignore her... The soft relived sigh as they sat up as though she had interacted with them but... Ultimately they moved as though she wasn't there.
She could feel their flesh, she could feel their warmth. She could still feel the warmth of the bed that she had been laying in. But to them she wasn't there; she didn't even garner a glance or response to her questions and panicked but violent attempts at interaction.
Her body moved right through theirs, like nothingness itself. Even when she did 'touch' them all that came from that was a soft grumble about 'morning shivers' or something like that. The hollowed death that was hers seemed to be nothing but a unnatural breath to the digital world. She couldn't seem to sense anything from this either...
So she had to move quickly to see if it was perhaps just a lack of perception on ones part. But as she tore through the city of whitewater she found that no matter where she went.. who she tried to speak to or interact with didn't react to her. There was not even a reflection of her in the windows or mirrors that she checked. Her gaze turned to herself, her hands turned to herself. She could still feel, she could still see. She still could breath. But was she truly here if none seemed to interact with her.
She had to go back and check with him again, he didn't seem terribly bothered that she wasn't here. What was he doing? Flicking through the news checking every channel? Muttering about where someone could be? It seemed to her that he wasn't so much panicked as though worried about her. She'd find herself staring at the small cat like digimon for a time before slowly moving back to the door; it didn't swing open when she pushed it in fact her hands went through it easily enough.
There was a small resigned sigh and she found herself walking forward, flinching slightly as she could feel the cold metal brush against her. The glass warping in her mind's eye. She had to be prepared for whatever this was, perhaps it was some sort of test for those that desired knighthood? She didn't know; she couldn't know. No knowledge of anything like this existed in her memories; of hers and those others that had become as one with her.
There was another place that she could check, but it was so far... But would it matter? Could she even go there? She shook her head and let out a frustrated sigh. She'd try to key over the radio and got nothing but silence, no reaction no nothing. But she could hear the soft messages of those on the other end; as they talked about someone serving as a replacement. Her eyes widened slightly and she found herself sitting on the edge of a rooftop trying to figure out what was going on.
The steady thumping of those working in the mechanic shop making it difficult for her to concentrate. She had gone there a few times to service her motorcycle along with some of the other equipment she had purchased. Sticking her head through the ceiling she'd quirk an ear as she happened by a conversation much like the one over the radio. They were lamenting the loss of a good customer and were wondering where she had went.
"White fur and a red cape, something you don't see every day."
"How long has it been since she vanished now?"
"About six years I think."
"You wouldn't think it of him, but that Cat has been trying to find her this whole time, turned patients away for a good month."
"Well his work keeps him well stocked, they came back once he settled down a bit."
"What do you think happened to her?
Well she was going around with that Jesmon Symbol on her arm and that red cloak. Bet a Demon-lord got her."
The renamon's eyes widened a bit and she'd hug herself slowly; tightly and shudder. She had died hadn't she? Something had killed her and she was sworn into this hell. She'd let out a shivering sigh and slowly find herself walking out of whitewater. It hurt to be in that place...
So what did she do now? She simply wandered from place to place; trying to find what had happened to her. She wasn't talked about much as it was; her 'fame' had died down a bit and people seemed to laugh when someone brought her up. Eventually. Slowly did she find her answer. She hadn't died.
The renamon stumbled across what was her body maybe ten or so years later. Sitting there in a meditative state, fur long and shaggy protecting her from the freezing cold of the mountains. She had been meditating for so long that her spirit had separated from her body. Her body was already used to cycling energy to keep itself going, keeping itself fed. It could do that on a natural whim, but she could see that there was wear and tear. She looked thin and sickly from staying like that for too long. But there was a power about her that made it impossible to ignore that this was her body.
A few gifts were at the feet of stone slab that her body was meditating above. But they weren't food or anything like that, it was simple flowers to what seemed to be a grave marker for no doubt one such as her mother. But no name was marked on this place; so she couldn't be certain just who they were for. If they were for anyone at all. There was a gentle pause before the renamon reached forward, touching the forehead of her body. With a loud crack...
Her Icy blue eyes opened once more.
Bits please!
It had been subtle at first, the small snapping of the fingers the gentle touch to someone she knew wouldn't ignore her... The soft relived sigh as they sat up as though she had interacted with them but... Ultimately they moved as though she wasn't there.
She could feel their flesh, she could feel their warmth. She could still feel the warmth of the bed that she had been laying in. But to them she wasn't there; she didn't even garner a glance or response to her questions and panicked but violent attempts at interaction.
Her body moved right through theirs, like nothingness itself. Even when she did 'touch' them all that came from that was a soft grumble about 'morning shivers' or something like that. The hollowed death that was hers seemed to be nothing but a unnatural breath to the digital world. She couldn't seem to sense anything from this either...
So she had to move quickly to see if it was perhaps just a lack of perception on ones part. But as she tore through the city of whitewater she found that no matter where she went.. who she tried to speak to or interact with didn't react to her. There was not even a reflection of her in the windows or mirrors that she checked. Her gaze turned to herself, her hands turned to herself. She could still feel, she could still see. She still could breath. But was she truly here if none seemed to interact with her.
She had to go back and check with him again, he didn't seem terribly bothered that she wasn't here. What was he doing? Flicking through the news checking every channel? Muttering about where someone could be? It seemed to her that he wasn't so much panicked as though worried about her. She'd find herself staring at the small cat like digimon for a time before slowly moving back to the door; it didn't swing open when she pushed it in fact her hands went through it easily enough.
There was a small resigned sigh and she found herself walking forward, flinching slightly as she could feel the cold metal brush against her. The glass warping in her mind's eye. She had to be prepared for whatever this was, perhaps it was some sort of test for those that desired knighthood? She didn't know; she couldn't know. No knowledge of anything like this existed in her memories; of hers and those others that had become as one with her.
There was another place that she could check, but it was so far... But would it matter? Could she even go there? She shook her head and let out a frustrated sigh. She'd try to key over the radio and got nothing but silence, no reaction no nothing. But she could hear the soft messages of those on the other end; as they talked about someone serving as a replacement. Her eyes widened slightly and she found herself sitting on the edge of a rooftop trying to figure out what was going on.
The steady thumping of those working in the mechanic shop making it difficult for her to concentrate. She had gone there a few times to service her motorcycle along with some of the other equipment she had purchased. Sticking her head through the ceiling she'd quirk an ear as she happened by a conversation much like the one over the radio. They were lamenting the loss of a good customer and were wondering where she had went.
"White fur and a red cape, something you don't see every day."
"How long has it been since she vanished now?"
"About six years I think."
"You wouldn't think it of him, but that Cat has been trying to find her this whole time, turned patients away for a good month."
"Well his work keeps him well stocked, they came back once he settled down a bit."
"What do you think happened to her?
Well she was going around with that Jesmon Symbol on her arm and that red cloak. Bet a Demon-lord got her."
The renamon's eyes widened a bit and she'd hug herself slowly; tightly and shudder. She had died hadn't she? Something had killed her and she was sworn into this hell. She'd let out a shivering sigh and slowly find herself walking out of whitewater. It hurt to be in that place...
So what did she do now? She simply wandered from place to place; trying to find what had happened to her. She wasn't talked about much as it was; her 'fame' had died down a bit and people seemed to laugh when someone brought her up. Eventually. Slowly did she find her answer. She hadn't died.
The renamon stumbled across what was her body maybe ten or so years later. Sitting there in a meditative state, fur long and shaggy protecting her from the freezing cold of the mountains. She had been meditating for so long that her spirit had separated from her body. Her body was already used to cycling energy to keep itself going, keeping itself fed. It could do that on a natural whim, but she could see that there was wear and tear. She looked thin and sickly from staying like that for too long. But there was a power about her that made it impossible to ignore that this was her body.
A few gifts were at the feet of stone slab that her body was meditating above. But they weren't food or anything like that, it was simple flowers to what seemed to be a grave marker for no doubt one such as her mother. But no name was marked on this place; so she couldn't be certain just who they were for. If they were for anyone at all. There was a gentle pause before the renamon reached forward, touching the forehead of her body. With a loud crack...
Her Icy blue eyes opened once more.
Bits please!
