MPC 72C A World Without You [Complete]
Mar 10, 2020 16:01:02 GMT
Post by Desdemona on Mar 10, 2020 16:01:02 GMT
MPC Name: A World Without You
MPC Number: 72C
Reward Requested: 15 Posts
Word Count: 1064
MPC Number: 72C
Reward Requested: 15 Posts
Word Count: 1064
Your character reunites with their companions in the digital world after several years apart. How do they react?
”Return? ..to the Digital World, you mean?”
The words were hard to get out even though Desdemona was perfectly healthy at the moment. No, maybe not perfectly healthy. The question posed had made her pause in her duties. In a way it had forced a heavy weight back onto her shoulders. In contemplation of her current existence she stared down at the clipboard and pen in her human hands. Her physical features were just as fake as the life she was masquerading in right now. Silence sealed her lips shut tight for a minute before she spoke her thoughts again.
“Are you trying to get rid of me?” accused the disguised digimon flatly as she glanced down at the human she was leaning back against. Both of them wore matching company polo shirts and black slacks, but that was where the similarities ended. Her name tag specifically called her out as a ‘Supervisor’, after all. Des continued to lean back against the crouched young man, using his back as a seat while he restocked a lower shelf.
The gas station was quiet today, so the human’s chuckle was all the more tiring on her patience. He confessed that he was simply concerned, that’s all. He was a tamer, and his own digimon were starting to find Desdemona’s avoidance of the Digital World strange. Even more so, when considering Des’ unusual lack of ambition. Sure, she had quickly risen up to her current job title quickly at the gas station, but that hadn’t been a very high bar to pass. Despite that, Des seemed content to simply live life with everyone back at the tamer’s small apartment. Years had passed by, but surely the thought of going home had to have crossed her mind?
“This is unnatural, isn’t it?” sighed Des as she glanced down again at her hands. “To be like this. Or rather, to pretend to be this.” That begged an obvious question of ‘why’, but she refused to give the tamer the satisfaction of hearing such an absurd answer. “At any rate, you should hurry up already. We’re going to be going home late again at this rate.”
She watched the world outside through large glass walls at the storefront, ignoring his knowing chuckle. Humans busied themselves outside with their own lives. Getting gas for their vehicles. Walking along the streets. Talking with each other or on the phone with an unseen person. There was a degree of fascination to be had for the meatbags, although she would never admit it. For creatures so short on time they made even the most mundane of tasks seem purposeful. However, maybe she did need to step back to review her own life and goals if only for a little bit.
“Hey.. I’m going to be gone for a few days. Watch over the store while I’m away.”
The Binary Archipelago never changed. Islands looking like zeroes and ones were scattered atop the sea in a bizarre display below. The witchmon’s flight path held true regardless of the eerily shaped islands, making a straight line for the biggest of them all. The one that spewed an ominous cloud of smoke. There wasn’t much in the way of tourists on that island, and as she landed she could see why. Vegetation and earth alike were scorched black along the edges of a massive crater. Des covered her nose and mouth with a hand as she neared the edge of the crater, squinting in a vain effort to see its bottom. Due to its depth and billowing smoke she couldn’t discern where the hole ended, but that didn’t dissuade her.
“Knock, knock.”
Without any other warning she lifted her free hand in the air and conjured a fireball with a laughing face on it. A flick of her wrist was all it took to send the projectile careening and cackling down into the darkness. The witchmon then sat on her broom and floated back several feet to wait. The delay wasn’t very long at all. Maybe a minute or two later she heard it. The sound of her laughing fireball, howling in his voice.
Without warning chains shot up from within the crater before arcing downwards to burrow and bury their ends into the blackened earth. Just as quickly as they did this they pulled taunt on something unseen below the hole’s edge. The laughter grew louder as a skullmeramon pulled itself up into view. In one of its hands the burly digimon held onto Desdemona’s fireball, the projectile still laughing in his voice. Even as they made eye contact the two digimon remained silent themselves, at least until the skullmeramon had fully straightened up.
“I really wish they didn’t do that,” muttered the fire wreathed digimon in a gravely male voice, similar to the voice Des’ fireball laughed with. To further prove his point the skullmeramon clenched his fist around the heated orb to crush and dissipate it.
“Truth be told I do miss your laughter, old man. It’s good to see you again, Big Ben.” replied Des with a polite bow of her head.
“Tch. Is that all you have to say after disappearing for decades?” Squatting down to get closer to the witchmon’s eye level Reuben squinted through his mask. “Here I thought you went and gotten yourself deleted for good this time. Guess I owe Zera back her bits, then.”
“You of all people should know better than to bet against me,” chuckled Des with an earnest smile on her face as she stared up at Reuben. “And whatever you owe Zera, I’ll cover you for.”
“Good. ‘cause that was a six digit wager, y’see.” Reuben paused as he was interrupted by Desdemona openly balking at the amount. His chest boomed with laughter at that reaction, the noise forcing the witchmon to cover her ears at such a close range. The skullmeramon stood up with his hands on his hips and smirked. “Just kidding. It was more like four digits since even she wasn’t sure. So what then, you little devil? We still gonna set the moon on fire?”
Des took a moment to compose herself as she floated higher on her broom to maintain eye contact. She stared the other mon squarely in the eye before nodding solemnly. They still had a goal to accomplish. As much as she enjoyed her time in the human world this was where she belonged, and the Digital World was where she was going to leave her mark.
“Brighter than the sun, Ben. Good to hear you’re still on board, old friend.”
The words were hard to get out even though Desdemona was perfectly healthy at the moment. No, maybe not perfectly healthy. The question posed had made her pause in her duties. In a way it had forced a heavy weight back onto her shoulders. In contemplation of her current existence she stared down at the clipboard and pen in her human hands. Her physical features were just as fake as the life she was masquerading in right now. Silence sealed her lips shut tight for a minute before she spoke her thoughts again.
“Are you trying to get rid of me?” accused the disguised digimon flatly as she glanced down at the human she was leaning back against. Both of them wore matching company polo shirts and black slacks, but that was where the similarities ended. Her name tag specifically called her out as a ‘Supervisor’, after all. Des continued to lean back against the crouched young man, using his back as a seat while he restocked a lower shelf.
The gas station was quiet today, so the human’s chuckle was all the more tiring on her patience. He confessed that he was simply concerned, that’s all. He was a tamer, and his own digimon were starting to find Desdemona’s avoidance of the Digital World strange. Even more so, when considering Des’ unusual lack of ambition. Sure, she had quickly risen up to her current job title quickly at the gas station, but that hadn’t been a very high bar to pass. Despite that, Des seemed content to simply live life with everyone back at the tamer’s small apartment. Years had passed by, but surely the thought of going home had to have crossed her mind?
“This is unnatural, isn’t it?” sighed Des as she glanced down again at her hands. “To be like this. Or rather, to pretend to be this.” That begged an obvious question of ‘why’, but she refused to give the tamer the satisfaction of hearing such an absurd answer. “At any rate, you should hurry up already. We’re going to be going home late again at this rate.”
She watched the world outside through large glass walls at the storefront, ignoring his knowing chuckle. Humans busied themselves outside with their own lives. Getting gas for their vehicles. Walking along the streets. Talking with each other or on the phone with an unseen person. There was a degree of fascination to be had for the meatbags, although she would never admit it. For creatures so short on time they made even the most mundane of tasks seem purposeful. However, maybe she did need to step back to review her own life and goals if only for a little bit.
“Hey.. I’m going to be gone for a few days. Watch over the store while I’m away.”
The Binary Archipelago never changed. Islands looking like zeroes and ones were scattered atop the sea in a bizarre display below. The witchmon’s flight path held true regardless of the eerily shaped islands, making a straight line for the biggest of them all. The one that spewed an ominous cloud of smoke. There wasn’t much in the way of tourists on that island, and as she landed she could see why. Vegetation and earth alike were scorched black along the edges of a massive crater. Des covered her nose and mouth with a hand as she neared the edge of the crater, squinting in a vain effort to see its bottom. Due to its depth and billowing smoke she couldn’t discern where the hole ended, but that didn’t dissuade her.
“Knock, knock.”
Without any other warning she lifted her free hand in the air and conjured a fireball with a laughing face on it. A flick of her wrist was all it took to send the projectile careening and cackling down into the darkness. The witchmon then sat on her broom and floated back several feet to wait. The delay wasn’t very long at all. Maybe a minute or two later she heard it. The sound of her laughing fireball, howling in his voice.
Without warning chains shot up from within the crater before arcing downwards to burrow and bury their ends into the blackened earth. Just as quickly as they did this they pulled taunt on something unseen below the hole’s edge. The laughter grew louder as a skullmeramon pulled itself up into view. In one of its hands the burly digimon held onto Desdemona’s fireball, the projectile still laughing in his voice. Even as they made eye contact the two digimon remained silent themselves, at least until the skullmeramon had fully straightened up.
“I really wish they didn’t do that,” muttered the fire wreathed digimon in a gravely male voice, similar to the voice Des’ fireball laughed with. To further prove his point the skullmeramon clenched his fist around the heated orb to crush and dissipate it.
“Truth be told I do miss your laughter, old man. It’s good to see you again, Big Ben.” replied Des with a polite bow of her head.
“Tch. Is that all you have to say after disappearing for decades?” Squatting down to get closer to the witchmon’s eye level Reuben squinted through his mask. “Here I thought you went and gotten yourself deleted for good this time. Guess I owe Zera back her bits, then.”
“You of all people should know better than to bet against me,” chuckled Des with an earnest smile on her face as she stared up at Reuben. “And whatever you owe Zera, I’ll cover you for.”
“Good. ‘cause that was a six digit wager, y’see.” Reuben paused as he was interrupted by Desdemona openly balking at the amount. His chest boomed with laughter at that reaction, the noise forcing the witchmon to cover her ears at such a close range. The skullmeramon stood up with his hands on his hips and smirked. “Just kidding. It was more like four digits since even she wasn’t sure. So what then, you little devil? We still gonna set the moon on fire?”
Des took a moment to compose herself as she floated higher on her broom to maintain eye contact. She stared the other mon squarely in the eye before nodding solemnly. They still had a goal to accomplish. As much as she enjoyed her time in the human world this was where she belonged, and the Digital World was where she was going to leave her mark.
“Brighter than the sun, Ben. Good to hear you’re still on board, old friend.”
