Sick Melody MPC 52C
Jul 31, 2018 2:09:36 GMT
Post by Wish on Jul 31, 2018 2:09:36 GMT
MPC Name: Sick Leave
MPC Number: 52C
Reward Requested: Bits
The wind blew upon the snowy mountain, ravaging violently to the point where Yume had to take not just Cloudy, who remained asleep despite the weather conditions, but also Toy who almost flew away down the mountain a couple times due to being such light. As expected of a digimon that looked like a pile of cardboard boxes with some evil entity inside, Toy was really rather easy to carry if not for the aforementioned team. Still, Yume herself was not in a much better position. They had yet to arrived somewhere where they could shop for new clothes for her, so she remained in exactly the same as when she first came to the digital world: Just her night gown.
Nevertheless, this unlikely group pushed up the cold mountain, for they knew they would soon reach the storm’s end. This mountain was a rather peculiar place: It started as simply lightly cold a bit rocky, with pockets of ice or snow spread here or here but nothing of such substance that it would suggest the degree of snow and raging wind that was just a few dozen meters above, on the large cloud that covered the center of the mountain. It was dark and spiraly when viewed from the outside, clouding the portion of the mountain it surrounded like a marriage ring without a jewel. Lastly, the cloud ended a little before reaching the mountain top. That part was instead covered with warm, rewarding rays of sunlight and green was the most prominent color of that area. In that area, today, a special event was taking place. A stage was being set up, and several tents around it. A school for in-training digimon was helping as well, with the “children” coming together to write on the banner that would welcome those reaching the top of the mountain. The words it would read were “Heaventop Village’s Grand Music Festival” in many colors and due to the writer’s with many splashes and other fun little “accidental” or actually accidental markings.
“Do you think… we really need to go? This festival, it somehow just doesn’t seem worth it to me.” Yume commented as the trio took shelter on a certain cave along the way. She looked pretty tired as usual, and a little red around the cheeks and nose, barely visible as she’d buried her face deeper into the night gown due to the cold. “I’m sure there will be other opportunities.”
“Yume, what are you talking about? We’ve already come so far. Just a little bit more a push!” Toy insisted. “Even if there will be others, you know we can’t afford to give up this opportunity!”
“Why? Why…do you…think that?” Was Yume zoning out in this cold? Indeed, that girl was quite impressive. She seemed to fall asleep just about anywhere and examples like this made Toy almost envy that human girl for it.
“Yume, what if missing this chance makes us loose a whole lot of other chances? And what about the people who wanted to give this chance now, won’t they be disappointed? Do you want to let them down like that?”
Suddenly, Yume stood, sluggish as usual, but still sudden for her. She grabbed Cloudy and Toy again.
“Yume?”
“Lets go.” She simply declared as she began stumbling up the mountain again.
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Finally, that colorful welcome banner came into sight.
“Yume, Yume, we’re here! You can let me down, I think we’re pretty safely out of the storm.” After a couple more steps, Yume abruptly complied to this request, dropping Toy from her grasp to the grassy floor. Still, it was so soft and so warm and cuddly especially compared to the rash mountain path below. Toy ran off ahead to see the village, and as usual Yume followed at her own pace behind. Marveled by all the festival stands and decorations and the like, Toy couldn’t help but feel ever so excited as he turned to Yume. “We’ve arrived Yume, we’re here! Where do you want to go next?”
Right then and there, Toy witnessed as Yume smiled slightly before her eyes shut and her body fell sideways. Cloudy the pillowmon leaped out of Yume’s arms and straight under where the girl’s head fell. She was panting. Her face was beet red. There was…sweat? They just came from such cold! Could it be?
No, it was. Without question, it was. How did he miss it? Why did he not notice something so important? She was just acting like herself, like her usual sleepy sluggish, clumsy self, but as her partner, what kind of a fool he had been!
“She’s sick! Someone help!” Toy shouted.
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When Yume came to, she was in a very dark room. She felt almost naked. Well, she was regularly just in her nightgown, but this was even stranger. Her head felt even more pressured and slow than usual. Just turning it around seemed like a pain. She only did it because the bedsheets were an odd addition even if they were small and poorly cared for, being more like large rags than true bedsheets, but even so there felt like there was so much AIR in there. She was missing Cloudy, but even her was sleeping away at a corner of the room. Yume had fallen sick after all, and they couldn’t have it passing along willy nilly.
“What time…is it Toy?” Yume inquired the digimon on the wooden bench besides her, looking down.
“Past midday.” He declared. Yume’s eyes widened.
“We need…to get going then…” Yume began to try to get up. Toy was confused. Was this because she was sick?
“Yume, you’re not feeling well. Normally you’d just take the chance to sleep more. You aren’t acting like yourself, this is the disease talking stay in the bed!”
“But…”
“But?”
“You said… they would be disappointed in me. They…they were the whole reason we came here.”
“No, you were.” Was the answer Toy wanted to give her, but he couldn’t. He just felt too guilty right now to do it, and her words only sank it deeper into him. Outside a crowd was indeed gathered, but they would find the opening act, a certain human singing to them, was not going to be available. According to the starmon that scouted Yume, there had been a lot of PR for today, for her act. The local digimon had all kinds of wild expectations for Yume, and many children in particular were looking forward to it. Yume herself had seemed delighted when she was asked to sing, even if a little scared too. It was the whole reason they climbed that mountain. And now, it had all been in vain.
Toy just couldn’t bring himself to tell her that. He ran out of the room, slamming the soundproof door behind him. Outside, he noticed, there was being a small riot. Food was getting launched, children were crying and adults were crying in their own way too, complaining. Someone had stirred up the crowd, and they were demanding an opening act, they couldn’t understand the sudden change of plans.
Inside the hut, Yume was bored. She couldn’t stand, but her worries didn’t let her sleep either. With nothing else in her clouded mind, she began to sing a little melody.
Unknownst to her or Toy, a mic was turned on as soon as she did. Suddenly the riot stopped.
“Ladies and gentleman, our singer.” The announcer half-whispered as the sounds of Yume’s singing echoed through the town.
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“You planned for this… You planned for all of this. How did you know?” One starmon said to the other.
“Well, I didn’t know she was gonna get sick. I first heard her when she was bathing. Beautiful voice as you can hear. But she breaks down the moment she tries singing in public. From the start, I just wanted to get her to sing while on her own in the cabine. It just so happened she got there by being sick.”
“Still…this was pretty risky of you.”
“Well, well, just enjoy the show.”
Word Count: About 1352
MPC Number: 52C
Reward Requested: Bits
The wind blew upon the snowy mountain, ravaging violently to the point where Yume had to take not just Cloudy, who remained asleep despite the weather conditions, but also Toy who almost flew away down the mountain a couple times due to being such light. As expected of a digimon that looked like a pile of cardboard boxes with some evil entity inside, Toy was really rather easy to carry if not for the aforementioned team. Still, Yume herself was not in a much better position. They had yet to arrived somewhere where they could shop for new clothes for her, so she remained in exactly the same as when she first came to the digital world: Just her night gown.
Nevertheless, this unlikely group pushed up the cold mountain, for they knew they would soon reach the storm’s end. This mountain was a rather peculiar place: It started as simply lightly cold a bit rocky, with pockets of ice or snow spread here or here but nothing of such substance that it would suggest the degree of snow and raging wind that was just a few dozen meters above, on the large cloud that covered the center of the mountain. It was dark and spiraly when viewed from the outside, clouding the portion of the mountain it surrounded like a marriage ring without a jewel. Lastly, the cloud ended a little before reaching the mountain top. That part was instead covered with warm, rewarding rays of sunlight and green was the most prominent color of that area. In that area, today, a special event was taking place. A stage was being set up, and several tents around it. A school for in-training digimon was helping as well, with the “children” coming together to write on the banner that would welcome those reaching the top of the mountain. The words it would read were “Heaventop Village’s Grand Music Festival” in many colors and due to the writer’s with many splashes and other fun little “accidental” or actually accidental markings.
“Do you think… we really need to go? This festival, it somehow just doesn’t seem worth it to me.” Yume commented as the trio took shelter on a certain cave along the way. She looked pretty tired as usual, and a little red around the cheeks and nose, barely visible as she’d buried her face deeper into the night gown due to the cold. “I’m sure there will be other opportunities.”
“Yume, what are you talking about? We’ve already come so far. Just a little bit more a push!” Toy insisted. “Even if there will be others, you know we can’t afford to give up this opportunity!”
“Why? Why…do you…think that?” Was Yume zoning out in this cold? Indeed, that girl was quite impressive. She seemed to fall asleep just about anywhere and examples like this made Toy almost envy that human girl for it.
“Yume, what if missing this chance makes us loose a whole lot of other chances? And what about the people who wanted to give this chance now, won’t they be disappointed? Do you want to let them down like that?”
Suddenly, Yume stood, sluggish as usual, but still sudden for her. She grabbed Cloudy and Toy again.
“Yume?”
“Lets go.” She simply declared as she began stumbling up the mountain again.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Finally, that colorful welcome banner came into sight.
“Yume, Yume, we’re here! You can let me down, I think we’re pretty safely out of the storm.” After a couple more steps, Yume abruptly complied to this request, dropping Toy from her grasp to the grassy floor. Still, it was so soft and so warm and cuddly especially compared to the rash mountain path below. Toy ran off ahead to see the village, and as usual Yume followed at her own pace behind. Marveled by all the festival stands and decorations and the like, Toy couldn’t help but feel ever so excited as he turned to Yume. “We’ve arrived Yume, we’re here! Where do you want to go next?”
Right then and there, Toy witnessed as Yume smiled slightly before her eyes shut and her body fell sideways. Cloudy the pillowmon leaped out of Yume’s arms and straight under where the girl’s head fell. She was panting. Her face was beet red. There was…sweat? They just came from such cold! Could it be?
No, it was. Without question, it was. How did he miss it? Why did he not notice something so important? She was just acting like herself, like her usual sleepy sluggish, clumsy self, but as her partner, what kind of a fool he had been!
“She’s sick! Someone help!” Toy shouted.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
When Yume came to, she was in a very dark room. She felt almost naked. Well, she was regularly just in her nightgown, but this was even stranger. Her head felt even more pressured and slow than usual. Just turning it around seemed like a pain. She only did it because the bedsheets were an odd addition even if they were small and poorly cared for, being more like large rags than true bedsheets, but even so there felt like there was so much AIR in there. She was missing Cloudy, but even her was sleeping away at a corner of the room. Yume had fallen sick after all, and they couldn’t have it passing along willy nilly.
“What time…is it Toy?” Yume inquired the digimon on the wooden bench besides her, looking down.
“Past midday.” He declared. Yume’s eyes widened.
“We need…to get going then…” Yume began to try to get up. Toy was confused. Was this because she was sick?
“Yume, you’re not feeling well. Normally you’d just take the chance to sleep more. You aren’t acting like yourself, this is the disease talking stay in the bed!”
“But…”
“But?”
“You said… they would be disappointed in me. They…they were the whole reason we came here.”
“No, you were.” Was the answer Toy wanted to give her, but he couldn’t. He just felt too guilty right now to do it, and her words only sank it deeper into him. Outside a crowd was indeed gathered, but they would find the opening act, a certain human singing to them, was not going to be available. According to the starmon that scouted Yume, there had been a lot of PR for today, for her act. The local digimon had all kinds of wild expectations for Yume, and many children in particular were looking forward to it. Yume herself had seemed delighted when she was asked to sing, even if a little scared too. It was the whole reason they climbed that mountain. And now, it had all been in vain.
Toy just couldn’t bring himself to tell her that. He ran out of the room, slamming the soundproof door behind him. Outside, he noticed, there was being a small riot. Food was getting launched, children were crying and adults were crying in their own way too, complaining. Someone had stirred up the crowd, and they were demanding an opening act, they couldn’t understand the sudden change of plans.
Inside the hut, Yume was bored. She couldn’t stand, but her worries didn’t let her sleep either. With nothing else in her clouded mind, she began to sing a little melody.
Unknownst to her or Toy, a mic was turned on as soon as she did. Suddenly the riot stopped.
“Ladies and gentleman, our singer.” The announcer half-whispered as the sounds of Yume’s singing echoed through the town.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
“You planned for this… You planned for all of this. How did you know?” One starmon said to the other.
“Well, I didn’t know she was gonna get sick. I first heard her when she was bathing. Beautiful voice as you can hear. But she breaks down the moment she tries singing in public. From the start, I just wanted to get her to sing while on her own in the cabine. It just so happened she got there by being sick.”
“Still…this was pretty risky of you.”
“Well, well, just enjoy the show.”
Word Count: About 1352
