Red Past Brought To Rhythmic Life (H-Totem Hunt)
Jul 3, 2018 21:33:50 GMT
Post by Sho Tsuginaga on Jul 3, 2018 21:33:50 GMT
Time for Sho would flow ever forward, its tracks stopping at another point of the Trailmon system, and it's passenger ready for another two-week ride in the digital world. Sho would step off with his digivice at the ready in his pocket, feeling like every bit of liquid in his body had become sunken ice in his veins. He didn't have to assure himself after so much time. After the few people he's met and the few times he'd succeeded in learning something here, he could only take away one conclusion. He'd survive this trip. This excursion back into the Eastern Timberlands he'd longed to sink himself into again.
Despite his chilled exterior, inside Sho was jittering just to cross the line back into the forest of trees and glowing circuits. He could let his legs go off at a faster pace, he could stop his eyes from darting at every movement. He was sure, so very sure, that something would move him. Move him so much better than the sickly feeling that consumed him did these past few weeks. He could drive himself manic even just chasing after a purpose, and he didn't need his digivice to lead him towards something like that.
Sho wouldn't reach for safety. After all, the way for power would drive him deeper into the leaves and under ever darker canopies than just the woods he traversed a time ago. This would be a jungle, something that only took him a slight stumble over a root to realize. His barely cognisant mind didn't even know he was running or where, or how long it was until he got lost. But he knew he was wishing for it to happen soon. He had to survive something. Every time he came here he had to be better than something, to beat something. Anything. And the ringing in his ears and the pressure he felt across his body wouldn't stop him.
But even that had to happen. Even his eyes would start to weaken, even his legs would start to bow in his slacks. Sweat would slather his form even from what felt to be a short trip into the longest twilight and the thickest vegetation. Blades of off-hued grass licked past his face as he stumbled again. Catching himself with his crumpled hands. Saving his body with the caution he'd pushed so far away with his mind.
He knew he'd forgotten something. Forgotten he was a fool.
The only reminders of his common sense were the bottle of lukewarm water and three rolls of bread he pinched from his bag. With limp digits and a sigh, he twisted the bottle open with a little more than a little difficulty. More than enough to etch a scathing mark in his mind. A memory he buried just in case he ever forgot. "It was killing her, and it'd kill him too" That's exactly what he couldn't get out of his head. At least here he could breathe, he could drink up some needed water.
Maybe he could even celebrate. After all he'd gotten so deep into the Timberlands that the only light he could see was in pinholes. Gone so far that even the plants he was sitting on had thorns that pricked his numbed legs, still chock full of runners high. But at the end of this small break, he still felt soggy and utterly empty. The drink hadn't refreshed him, and the roll certainly wasn't a wake-up call. At that point he might as well stay there and test his pain tolerance...certainly better than exerting himself anymore.
The second he leaned back, his head missed the tree he'd tried to prop himself up against. At that point, every attempt at catch himself only stopped him breaking something as he tumbled further into the forest, gaining scratches and cuts like he was asking for each and every one. He'd rolled to the bottom of the brambles, his bag meeting his head on the way down as the half zipped thing let loose his bag along with the landing. All that was left in his mind was ringing, and some perception that he might've bumped it lightly on the way down when that simply wasn't the case.
He heard his water lightly spilling out into the ground in front of him as he pulled his head up from the grass and looked ahead of him. Ahead towards an entrance made of the brambles, a sight that turned the ringing into something else. Something he could feel.
"So you finally worked up the guts to do it." Rang the words turned into feeling. Read straight from the soul, as if someone was reading a page ripped straight from his heart. Being half dazed and quite out of his mind. Sho couldn't help but mutter a wheezing "Yes..." as he coughed his dried voice back to life and stumbled back to his feet, picking up what remained of his water bottle and drinking it so he could get to it again. Get back to doing what he came here to do.
"Come and get me then!"
He accepted these words so easily. Led their command straight to his soul and made his heart answer "Yes." Sho began his stride towards the gate of brambles, weakly knocking the knuckle of his thumb against his head and sweeping away stray locks of hair. He had to get it together. Every inch of him had to lead him into this place...This place he couldn't refuse. The place that began to produce a low beep he heard near his pocket, coming right from the digivice itself. But why listen to that when those words had invaded his very body with it's command.
Sho knocked himself in the temple one more time. He had to get it together. After so much time with Tsukaimon, he should've already realized it. That voice wasn't his. He didn't have to listen to it, even as he began to move with thorough steps through the walls of fauna and thorns and bristles. He could listen to the radar, he's listened to stuff like that before and he could surely do it now. He could make it through on his own.
And soon he'd make that voice his own. In his mind, he knew that was the truth.
The echo in his pocket would continue. Every time he stepped forward, whether to the left or the right. Sho would only follow the path that made the beeps quicken, the path that made his pulse quicken. The desperate meter that made the music of closing distance between him and power. There wasn't even much light here, but as if he'd kicked every sense into overdrive he could hear the life around him. Remember the sounds of it all. Etch even his own movements into his spirit.
With every move he'd make, it was if it was all the nooks and crannies around him were closing up as well. He could see the corridors shrink and the landings of shrubberies condense while he moved towards that ever spiking pulse. He was mental. And Sho couldn't let go of that. He swore to never let go of the fact that he was feeling the life here rather than seeing it. As if the times of countless others had piled themselves under his feet. He couldn't make sense of the movement of this place as it met his eyes, unable to fathom vines writhing to the pulse of his device.
"Why am I here? What am I doing bothering so much with this?"
He couldn't wrap his head around that voice starting up again. How it recited his thoughts in a way he couldn't dispel.
"What time is it?"
Sho couldn't answer anything. He couldn't answer what his mind was feeling when he knew his purpose was to continue his pace towards that quickening pulse. It was all too sudden, of course he didn't know. He didn't need to. He could do this...he knew he could.
"I think I'm bleeding. I think I'm never coming back."
That didn't matter. The cuts and scratches were small, he knew they were. He didn't have to overreact when he had a purpose, so why bother thinking about it? There was no need to think when he could listen and see and feel it. It began to grate on his nerves as the questions began to quicken along. "Stop reading into me already! Where are you..." He muttered through gritted teeth, hearing the beeps only increase his excitement.
"How many people have I heard say that before?"
People? Now why was it asking about them? The people he was leaving to run through here. To get roughed up here. The people he was discarding just to feel like he was saving them. The thought only came to him when the pulse became a long drone, and the ground of thistles gave way from beneath him.
Time didn't feel like it'd even resumed yet. Like he was falling through murky and watery air as his limbs got caught on the loose vines of a trap and they slowly dropped their slack until catching him right above a tilted pedestal. A pedestal piled upon mounds of fallen armor and vegetation, wrapped in vines and held within a wide curvaceous dumping ground by things unlucky enough to be caught without something to hold them. Sho hung upside down there, letting out low whimpers and squeals, feeling just the same. He closed his eyes and simply repeated anything he could chant to himself.
"I-I-I...I can get out. I can make it. I have to...I-I-I have something." He muttered as his now darting eyes looked to what was below him. A totem. One of a veiled creature with claws at its side, one he could feel calling to him with a feeling that spoke no words. Something that felt like fear and uncertainty. Something he couldn't control as he felt his digivice slipping from his pocket. As instinct, he fumbled his hand towards it, still chanting and gasping with relief as he grabbed hold.
Sho began to tug and pull at it, feeling like it was completely necessary, an unspoken need. With a small shout he ripped at it and put the top of it towards the totem, watching it begin to glow and slowly tear the totem into digicode and into itself. The power...the form...he knew it completely. It was logical to him that this meant that he could be so much more. The will was his own.
"No matter where I am...I'll do it..." He sputtered through the pain of moving his restrained hand towards his digivice again watching rings form around it once again.
"No matter what, I'll claw through!"
"No matter what, I'll claw through!"
The power felt like pure bliss and control as they thought in unison, digicode embracing him and turning him into the twin-tailed dancer, Bastemon! His claws extended into the vines with ease, with all the gingerness to hold them without making a single cut. With dexterity and strength, his body made several slights to swing him up in a spinning climb as he gripped the vines and got himself out of the trap.
Twirling through the air, Sho landed on his agile feet, slowing himself down and cutting down the vines that held him to ribbons. He ascended and flexed, his larger form, feeling more than he could see in himself as he posed in front of the still sinking hole. Once he realized it, he shrieked, leaping to the top of one of the labyrinth's walls and sinking his claws in. His eyes widened as he realized what he'd heard in his voice...enough to make him turn flush from within. But none of that mattered. Not anymore.
He felt so much better. So much better like this as he began to swing and claw her way back over to where he'd entered. Sho ran and leaped and skipped back out of the very maze he crossed once again, feeling a rush of power and a thirst that was all the more powerful. If this was only the beginning of what he could do, he could barely feel it. There was so much more in this form.
So much more he'd do once he fled the labyrinth and ever deeper into the forest...Finally, Freedom!
Despite his chilled exterior, inside Sho was jittering just to cross the line back into the forest of trees and glowing circuits. He could let his legs go off at a faster pace, he could stop his eyes from darting at every movement. He was sure, so very sure, that something would move him. Move him so much better than the sickly feeling that consumed him did these past few weeks. He could drive himself manic even just chasing after a purpose, and he didn't need his digivice to lead him towards something like that.
Sho wouldn't reach for safety. After all, the way for power would drive him deeper into the leaves and under ever darker canopies than just the woods he traversed a time ago. This would be a jungle, something that only took him a slight stumble over a root to realize. His barely cognisant mind didn't even know he was running or where, or how long it was until he got lost. But he knew he was wishing for it to happen soon. He had to survive something. Every time he came here he had to be better than something, to beat something. Anything. And the ringing in his ears and the pressure he felt across his body wouldn't stop him.
But even that had to happen. Even his eyes would start to weaken, even his legs would start to bow in his slacks. Sweat would slather his form even from what felt to be a short trip into the longest twilight and the thickest vegetation. Blades of off-hued grass licked past his face as he stumbled again. Catching himself with his crumpled hands. Saving his body with the caution he'd pushed so far away with his mind.
He knew he'd forgotten something. Forgotten he was a fool.
The only reminders of his common sense were the bottle of lukewarm water and three rolls of bread he pinched from his bag. With limp digits and a sigh, he twisted the bottle open with a little more than a little difficulty. More than enough to etch a scathing mark in his mind. A memory he buried just in case he ever forgot. "It was killing her, and it'd kill him too" That's exactly what he couldn't get out of his head. At least here he could breathe, he could drink up some needed water.
Maybe he could even celebrate. After all he'd gotten so deep into the Timberlands that the only light he could see was in pinholes. Gone so far that even the plants he was sitting on had thorns that pricked his numbed legs, still chock full of runners high. But at the end of this small break, he still felt soggy and utterly empty. The drink hadn't refreshed him, and the roll certainly wasn't a wake-up call. At that point he might as well stay there and test his pain tolerance...certainly better than exerting himself anymore.
The second he leaned back, his head missed the tree he'd tried to prop himself up against. At that point, every attempt at catch himself only stopped him breaking something as he tumbled further into the forest, gaining scratches and cuts like he was asking for each and every one. He'd rolled to the bottom of the brambles, his bag meeting his head on the way down as the half zipped thing let loose his bag along with the landing. All that was left in his mind was ringing, and some perception that he might've bumped it lightly on the way down when that simply wasn't the case.
He heard his water lightly spilling out into the ground in front of him as he pulled his head up from the grass and looked ahead of him. Ahead towards an entrance made of the brambles, a sight that turned the ringing into something else. Something he could feel.
"So you finally worked up the guts to do it." Rang the words turned into feeling. Read straight from the soul, as if someone was reading a page ripped straight from his heart. Being half dazed and quite out of his mind. Sho couldn't help but mutter a wheezing "Yes..." as he coughed his dried voice back to life and stumbled back to his feet, picking up what remained of his water bottle and drinking it so he could get to it again. Get back to doing what he came here to do.
"Come and get me then!"
He accepted these words so easily. Led their command straight to his soul and made his heart answer "Yes." Sho began his stride towards the gate of brambles, weakly knocking the knuckle of his thumb against his head and sweeping away stray locks of hair. He had to get it together. Every inch of him had to lead him into this place...This place he couldn't refuse. The place that began to produce a low beep he heard near his pocket, coming right from the digivice itself. But why listen to that when those words had invaded his very body with it's command.
Sho knocked himself in the temple one more time. He had to get it together. After so much time with Tsukaimon, he should've already realized it. That voice wasn't his. He didn't have to listen to it, even as he began to move with thorough steps through the walls of fauna and thorns and bristles. He could listen to the radar, he's listened to stuff like that before and he could surely do it now. He could make it through on his own.
And soon he'd make that voice his own. In his mind, he knew that was the truth.
The echo in his pocket would continue. Every time he stepped forward, whether to the left or the right. Sho would only follow the path that made the beeps quicken, the path that made his pulse quicken. The desperate meter that made the music of closing distance between him and power. There wasn't even much light here, but as if he'd kicked every sense into overdrive he could hear the life around him. Remember the sounds of it all. Etch even his own movements into his spirit.
With every move he'd make, it was if it was all the nooks and crannies around him were closing up as well. He could see the corridors shrink and the landings of shrubberies condense while he moved towards that ever spiking pulse. He was mental. And Sho couldn't let go of that. He swore to never let go of the fact that he was feeling the life here rather than seeing it. As if the times of countless others had piled themselves under his feet. He couldn't make sense of the movement of this place as it met his eyes, unable to fathom vines writhing to the pulse of his device.
"Why am I here? What am I doing bothering so much with this?"
He couldn't wrap his head around that voice starting up again. How it recited his thoughts in a way he couldn't dispel.
"What time is it?"
Sho couldn't answer anything. He couldn't answer what his mind was feeling when he knew his purpose was to continue his pace towards that quickening pulse. It was all too sudden, of course he didn't know. He didn't need to. He could do this...he knew he could.
"I think I'm bleeding. I think I'm never coming back."
That didn't matter. The cuts and scratches were small, he knew they were. He didn't have to overreact when he had a purpose, so why bother thinking about it? There was no need to think when he could listen and see and feel it. It began to grate on his nerves as the questions began to quicken along. "Stop reading into me already! Where are you..." He muttered through gritted teeth, hearing the beeps only increase his excitement.
"How many people have I heard say that before?"
People? Now why was it asking about them? The people he was leaving to run through here. To get roughed up here. The people he was discarding just to feel like he was saving them. The thought only came to him when the pulse became a long drone, and the ground of thistles gave way from beneath him.
Time didn't feel like it'd even resumed yet. Like he was falling through murky and watery air as his limbs got caught on the loose vines of a trap and they slowly dropped their slack until catching him right above a tilted pedestal. A pedestal piled upon mounds of fallen armor and vegetation, wrapped in vines and held within a wide curvaceous dumping ground by things unlucky enough to be caught without something to hold them. Sho hung upside down there, letting out low whimpers and squeals, feeling just the same. He closed his eyes and simply repeated anything he could chant to himself.
"I-I-I...I can get out. I can make it. I have to...I-I-I have something." He muttered as his now darting eyes looked to what was below him. A totem. One of a veiled creature with claws at its side, one he could feel calling to him with a feeling that spoke no words. Something that felt like fear and uncertainty. Something he couldn't control as he felt his digivice slipping from his pocket. As instinct, he fumbled his hand towards it, still chanting and gasping with relief as he grabbed hold.
Sho began to tug and pull at it, feeling like it was completely necessary, an unspoken need. With a small shout he ripped at it and put the top of it towards the totem, watching it begin to glow and slowly tear the totem into digicode and into itself. The power...the form...he knew it completely. It was logical to him that this meant that he could be so much more. The will was his own.
"No matter where I am...I'll do it..." He sputtered through the pain of moving his restrained hand towards his digivice again watching rings form around it once again.
"No matter what, I'll claw through!"
"No matter what, I'll claw through!"
The power felt like pure bliss and control as they thought in unison, digicode embracing him and turning him into the twin-tailed dancer, Bastemon! His claws extended into the vines with ease, with all the gingerness to hold them without making a single cut. With dexterity and strength, his body made several slights to swing him up in a spinning climb as he gripped the vines and got himself out of the trap.
Twirling through the air, Sho landed on his agile feet, slowing himself down and cutting down the vines that held him to ribbons. He ascended and flexed, his larger form, feeling more than he could see in himself as he posed in front of the still sinking hole. Once he realized it, he shrieked, leaping to the top of one of the labyrinth's walls and sinking his claws in. His eyes widened as he realized what he'd heard in his voice...enough to make him turn flush from within. But none of that mattered. Not anymore.
He felt so much better. So much better like this as he began to swing and claw her way back over to where he'd entered. Sho ran and leaped and skipped back out of the very maze he crossed once again, feeling a rush of power and a thirst that was all the more powerful. If this was only the beginning of what he could do, he could barely feel it. There was so much more in this form.
So much more he'd do once he fled the labyrinth and ever deeper into the forest...Finally, Freedom!
