Everlasting Train [MPC 71C: Can't Sleep]
Feb 19, 2020 12:26:51 GMT
Post by Malik on Feb 19, 2020 12:26:51 GMT
MPC Name: Can't Sleep
MPC Number: 71C
Reward Requested: Posts
After Malik's initial wanderings of the Digital World, he finally decided to make his way towards the Ancient City of Ys, headquarters of the group known as KIZNA. Unfortunately, that was on the other side of the world from the Southern Tropics. He had saved up some bits from odd jobs during his travels, so he decided it would be best to take a Trailmon to Northern Prominence. At the very least he would be able to relax during the journey. With that plan in mind, he made his way towards the Trailmon station near Whitewater as he looked back one last time at the glistening beaches and ocean. A tiny smile formed as he continued on his way.
Once he made it to the station, he yawned, feeling a little tired. Thankfully, the Trailmon was already there so he just had to buy a ticket and get on board. Malik counted the bits he had and was relieved the tickets weren't as expensive as he feared, so he bought one with no trouble. With ticket in hand, Malik stepped aboard the Trailmon and made himself at home on one of the benches. Must have been a slow day, as there weren't many other passengers here today. This was fine, as it meant he would be able to get some sleep undisturbed.
At least, that's what would happen under any usual circumstances. The train ride was surprisingly smooth, but no matter how hard he tried, Malik just couldn't keep his eyes closed for long enough to get decent rest. It was due to Malik's restless thoughts and worries. What if KIZNA wasn't interested in him? What if they discover or even knew about who he was before and it turns out he was something irredeemable? How would he react to that himself? He tugged on his ears and groaned, annoyed that he could not get these thoughts out of his head. How was he supposed to know what he did before? Were these feelings of guilt even real? Or just corrupted data swimming in his mind? He couldn't possibly know, so why did these theoretical events bother him so?
The sound of rain started to echo across the train car as it made it to the Digital Core. Rain, excellent. Perhaps the gentle sound will drown out the thoughts. Malik once more closed his eyes. For a moment, he seemed content, though suddenly a loud booming noise rang out outside. Thunder. The very sound for some reason instilled a primal terror within him. His eyes shot open as terrible images flashed in his mind in hazy memories. An evil, grinning creature surrounded by thunder, tormenting figures he couldn't recognize. An ambition taken too far with no regard to the pain it would bring to others. The creature's awful laughter echoing in his mind as if to taunt him he can't escape. He hugged his ears against his body as he shivered, too afraid to close his eyes again. He turned to look out the window, watching the droplets tap against it. The thunder was just gone. Did it strike just as a cruel reminder and leave him to his internal struggles? Malik didn't know.
At this rate he was going to be too tired by the time the Trailmon reached its destination. He didn't even have something to read to calm him down. Calm...what was calming to him other than that? He thought to his time at the Village of Beginnings...after Mei met him, he was finally able to somewhat communicate his feelings and gain the acceptance and adoration of the other Digimon there. She also helped him in determining a path for him to take. That comforted him. The fact he had made friends with others...and met humans who were kind. The fear in his heart started to fade, but it persisted and lingered incessantly.
Then...thoughts of Keramon bring him a little more peace. Even though she just met her, she made a tremendous impact on him. She was kind, supportive, and lived her life modestly, yet happily. Others in her position may have lamented their lot in life, but she seemed content. Something he wished other people felt. In the face of adversity, people should see the warmth and kindness in others for support. Strange that he just now thought of this. Their support was so invaluable to him. That kindness and friendship they displayed made him feel important and relevant. It was far more credit than he ever gave himself. Maybe that was why he was so fearful. He placed no value on his own, current existence and instead worried about his past. Perhaps viewing himself as Malik instead of a nameless enigma would ease his mind. He sat back in his seat and sighed while he stared at the ceiling. Malik. That was his name. This was his new life. He had his demons to face, but somehow he knew that everyone did. He was not alone in these struggles.
After a while, with these more positive thoughts in his mind, he closed his eyes. For once it was calming. His dream was serene. A hazy location and another hazy figure stood away from him. The figure turned to face him and for some reason Malik felt a horrible guilt, but that was quickly washed away by the warm presence of the other figure. All he could make out were the colors blue and white, but also the faint presence of a smile on the figure. Everything, for the moment, was just peaceful. He could just rest without worry.
The dream faded as the Trailmon came to a stop. It seemed he was able to get a good rest in before he made it to Northern Prominence. He stood up and stretched, feeling rested and ready to continue his journey. He felt happy, though his blank expression remained. Perhaps someday his stoic expression will shift for more than a second at a time, but it was not this day. The cool air of the northern parts of the Digital World greeted him as he stepped out of the Trailmon. He stood there, appreciating the vistas before him before he set out on his journey once more. The lone Lopmon on his quest to find meaning.
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Word Count: 1053
MPC Number: 71C
Reward Requested: Posts
After Malik's initial wanderings of the Digital World, he finally decided to make his way towards the Ancient City of Ys, headquarters of the group known as KIZNA. Unfortunately, that was on the other side of the world from the Southern Tropics. He had saved up some bits from odd jobs during his travels, so he decided it would be best to take a Trailmon to Northern Prominence. At the very least he would be able to relax during the journey. With that plan in mind, he made his way towards the Trailmon station near Whitewater as he looked back one last time at the glistening beaches and ocean. A tiny smile formed as he continued on his way.
Once he made it to the station, he yawned, feeling a little tired. Thankfully, the Trailmon was already there so he just had to buy a ticket and get on board. Malik counted the bits he had and was relieved the tickets weren't as expensive as he feared, so he bought one with no trouble. With ticket in hand, Malik stepped aboard the Trailmon and made himself at home on one of the benches. Must have been a slow day, as there weren't many other passengers here today. This was fine, as it meant he would be able to get some sleep undisturbed.
At least, that's what would happen under any usual circumstances. The train ride was surprisingly smooth, but no matter how hard he tried, Malik just couldn't keep his eyes closed for long enough to get decent rest. It was due to Malik's restless thoughts and worries. What if KIZNA wasn't interested in him? What if they discover or even knew about who he was before and it turns out he was something irredeemable? How would he react to that himself? He tugged on his ears and groaned, annoyed that he could not get these thoughts out of his head. How was he supposed to know what he did before? Were these feelings of guilt even real? Or just corrupted data swimming in his mind? He couldn't possibly know, so why did these theoretical events bother him so?
The sound of rain started to echo across the train car as it made it to the Digital Core. Rain, excellent. Perhaps the gentle sound will drown out the thoughts. Malik once more closed his eyes. For a moment, he seemed content, though suddenly a loud booming noise rang out outside. Thunder. The very sound for some reason instilled a primal terror within him. His eyes shot open as terrible images flashed in his mind in hazy memories. An evil, grinning creature surrounded by thunder, tormenting figures he couldn't recognize. An ambition taken too far with no regard to the pain it would bring to others. The creature's awful laughter echoing in his mind as if to taunt him he can't escape. He hugged his ears against his body as he shivered, too afraid to close his eyes again. He turned to look out the window, watching the droplets tap against it. The thunder was just gone. Did it strike just as a cruel reminder and leave him to his internal struggles? Malik didn't know.
At this rate he was going to be too tired by the time the Trailmon reached its destination. He didn't even have something to read to calm him down. Calm...what was calming to him other than that? He thought to his time at the Village of Beginnings...after Mei met him, he was finally able to somewhat communicate his feelings and gain the acceptance and adoration of the other Digimon there. She also helped him in determining a path for him to take. That comforted him. The fact he had made friends with others...and met humans who were kind. The fear in his heart started to fade, but it persisted and lingered incessantly.
Then...thoughts of Keramon bring him a little more peace. Even though she just met her, she made a tremendous impact on him. She was kind, supportive, and lived her life modestly, yet happily. Others in her position may have lamented their lot in life, but she seemed content. Something he wished other people felt. In the face of adversity, people should see the warmth and kindness in others for support. Strange that he just now thought of this. Their support was so invaluable to him. That kindness and friendship they displayed made him feel important and relevant. It was far more credit than he ever gave himself. Maybe that was why he was so fearful. He placed no value on his own, current existence and instead worried about his past. Perhaps viewing himself as Malik instead of a nameless enigma would ease his mind. He sat back in his seat and sighed while he stared at the ceiling. Malik. That was his name. This was his new life. He had his demons to face, but somehow he knew that everyone did. He was not alone in these struggles.
After a while, with these more positive thoughts in his mind, he closed his eyes. For once it was calming. His dream was serene. A hazy location and another hazy figure stood away from him. The figure turned to face him and for some reason Malik felt a horrible guilt, but that was quickly washed away by the warm presence of the other figure. All he could make out were the colors blue and white, but also the faint presence of a smile on the figure. Everything, for the moment, was just peaceful. He could just rest without worry.
The dream faded as the Trailmon came to a stop. It seemed he was able to get a good rest in before he made it to Northern Prominence. He stood up and stretched, feeling rested and ready to continue his journey. He felt happy, though his blank expression remained. Perhaps someday his stoic expression will shift for more than a second at a time, but it was not this day. The cool air of the northern parts of the Digital World greeted him as he stepped out of the Trailmon. He stood there, appreciating the vistas before him before he set out on his journey once more. The lone Lopmon on his quest to find meaning.
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Word Count: 1053
