MPC 74X Wildcard [complete]
Jun 1, 2020 0:50:15 GMT
Post by Desdemona on Jun 1, 2020 0:50:15 GMT
MPC Name: Wildcard - Invasion
MPC Number: 74X - 49C
Reward Requested: 15 Posts
Word Count: 1195
MPC Number: 74X - 49C
Reward Requested: 15 Posts
Word Count: 1195
“What does it look like I’m doing?” asked the witchmon rhetorically as she regarded the human with a patient stare. The apartment’s small kitchen remained as pristine as it had been when she had first arrived, and aside from a couple items she was now holding in her hands Desdemona had been quite tidy. The digimon tilted her head slightly, eyeing the small revolver in the man’s hands. “I’m making popcorn,” she finally answered matter of factly.
“How did you get in here, and where are my kids?!” hissed the middle aged detective, repeating questions that Des didn’t answer yet. The man wore a white long sleeve button up shirt, black pants, and black leather shoes. His attire’s dirty and disheveled look matched his haggard hair and sweaty, desperate expression. Outside of the apartment sirens wailed mournfully as another tremor shook the building.
“Mr. Hirano, yes? That’s what your sons said their surnames were, at least.” Holding a bowl in one hand and a packet of unpopped popcorn in the other, Des made slow and deliberate steps to the microwave on the counter, never turning her back to the human. She set the bowl down before getting the popcorn cooking, still visibly unfazed by Mr. Hirano’s presence for the most part. “The boys are safe, and you’re welcome to join us if you’d like. I’m just making them a snack since they were getting hungry. You’re a good father, y’know. Checking in on them even though you’re needed elsewhere.”
As if to reinforce her last comment thunder roared from outside the building as the apartment complex shuddered again.
“You. You’re one of them, aren’t you? One of those.. Those things! If you hurt my boys I-” shouted the detective, but he was interrupted before he could continue.
“Digimon,” corrected Des with a disappointed frown. If the humans hadn’t collectively figured out what was going on yet, then this whole ordeal was going to take much longer than she had anticipated. “We’re called digimon. And if I may be so bold, your boys are far safer under my protection than they would be under your own watch. You’ve already seen what the monsters outside can do, haven’t you? So please calm down, and join us when you’re level headed.”
“I want to see them.” The tone of the man’s voice enforced the demand, and he still kept his revolver trained on the digimon in his kitchen.
“In due time,” hummed Des as she glanced at the microwave’s timer still counting down. In the silence that fell between her and Mr. Hirano the noise of popping could be heard emanating from the appliance as the popcorn bag began to swell. Since the human didn’t feel like chatting she didn’t say anything either as they waited. Once the microwave chimed its completion the witchmon then retrieved the warm bag from within it before emptying the familiar white puffs into the bowl she had set down earlier. She picked up the bowl before gesturing for the detective to follow with a nod of her head.
The apartment’s back balcony had a splendid view of the ongoing invasion. Digimon of all kinds were running rampant in the streets and skies as law enforcement struggled to even slow them all down. The building across the street from them even had several smoldering craters in its side. There was no one else out on the balcony, though.
“I’ll be right back,” Des said to the human as she sat on her floating broom and pointed to two more digimon hovering in the air not far from where they were. They were both witchmons, exact physical replicas of each other and herself. Or, to be more precise, one of them was a replica while the other was the original. Each of the two distant digimon had a small boy sitting with them on their broomsticks. “Ah, ah, ah,” tutted Des as she saw Mr. Hirano take a deep breath in to call out to his kids. “I’ll bring them back if things get dangerous out there, but for now let them enjoy the entertainment.”
“What do you mean?! Those are my kids out there!” shouted the man incredulously.
“Yes, and if anything happens to them I’m sure you’ll find some cruel and inhumane punishment for me. Although, to be completely fair with you you’re going to want something bigger than that peashooter of yours, Mr. Hirano.” Slowly, Des started to float off and away from the balcony on the broom still holding onto the bowl of popcorn. “So sit tight. I’ll return after I drop off their snacks.”
To her credit, Des’ clone did just that. She even got the boys to look back and wave at their father excitedly, and Mr. Hirano waved back with a nervous smile. The clone handed the bowl of popcorn to the real Desdemona before flying back to the apartment’s balcony; although, she didn’t get off of her broom. Stopping just in front of the balcony wall she used it as a backrest to lean against. More sirens blared in the distance, accompanied by more far off explosions.
“They’re a lucky pair, Mr. Hirano,” mused Des as the clone stared at the two children in question. “I found them as they were walking home from school during the beginning of the invasion. I told them I’d keep them safe, and to think of current events as if they were watching a monster movie.” She giggled at the thought and smiled pleasantly.
“I see..” Mr. Hirano was silent for a moment, leaning forward against the balcony wall and staring at his boys. He glanced back to the digimon at his side, eyeing her nervously. “Why, though? When all your other monster friends are tearing up the city, why babysit human kids like this?”
“Hmm, that would be the right question wouldn’t it, Mr. Hirano?” Folding one leg over the other at the knee Des’ clone chuckled to herself before continuing. She kept watching the ongoing struggles in the distance as digimon battled against humans. However, the longer the fighting continued the more and more she saw other digimon fighting against the invasion. “To be honest I’m really not interested in the fighting. I’m only interested in the aftermath. Once the dust settles, I want to be on the right side, that’s all. Other digimon will leave me alone, but you humans? I would be shot at if I were alone.” Her gaze drifted back to the two boys as she smiled warmly at them.
“So innocent. So pure. So valuable.” The clone laughed softly to herself as she allowed her words to sink into Mr. Hirano’s thoughts. By the time the detective thought to raise his revolver at her, Des’ clone was already in motion. With her inhuman strength it was a simple feat to grab the man’s wrist and yank him over the balcony wall.
“How did you get in here, and where are my kids?!” hissed the middle aged detective, repeating questions that Des didn’t answer yet. The man wore a white long sleeve button up shirt, black pants, and black leather shoes. His attire’s dirty and disheveled look matched his haggard hair and sweaty, desperate expression. Outside of the apartment sirens wailed mournfully as another tremor shook the building.
“Mr. Hirano, yes? That’s what your sons said their surnames were, at least.” Holding a bowl in one hand and a packet of unpopped popcorn in the other, Des made slow and deliberate steps to the microwave on the counter, never turning her back to the human. She set the bowl down before getting the popcorn cooking, still visibly unfazed by Mr. Hirano’s presence for the most part. “The boys are safe, and you’re welcome to join us if you’d like. I’m just making them a snack since they were getting hungry. You’re a good father, y’know. Checking in on them even though you’re needed elsewhere.”
As if to reinforce her last comment thunder roared from outside the building as the apartment complex shuddered again.
“You. You’re one of them, aren’t you? One of those.. Those things! If you hurt my boys I-” shouted the detective, but he was interrupted before he could continue.
“Digimon,” corrected Des with a disappointed frown. If the humans hadn’t collectively figured out what was going on yet, then this whole ordeal was going to take much longer than she had anticipated. “We’re called digimon. And if I may be so bold, your boys are far safer under my protection than they would be under your own watch. You’ve already seen what the monsters outside can do, haven’t you? So please calm down, and join us when you’re level headed.”
“I want to see them.” The tone of the man’s voice enforced the demand, and he still kept his revolver trained on the digimon in his kitchen.
“In due time,” hummed Des as she glanced at the microwave’s timer still counting down. In the silence that fell between her and Mr. Hirano the noise of popping could be heard emanating from the appliance as the popcorn bag began to swell. Since the human didn’t feel like chatting she didn’t say anything either as they waited. Once the microwave chimed its completion the witchmon then retrieved the warm bag from within it before emptying the familiar white puffs into the bowl she had set down earlier. She picked up the bowl before gesturing for the detective to follow with a nod of her head.
The apartment’s back balcony had a splendid view of the ongoing invasion. Digimon of all kinds were running rampant in the streets and skies as law enforcement struggled to even slow them all down. The building across the street from them even had several smoldering craters in its side. There was no one else out on the balcony, though.
“I’ll be right back,” Des said to the human as she sat on her floating broom and pointed to two more digimon hovering in the air not far from where they were. They were both witchmons, exact physical replicas of each other and herself. Or, to be more precise, one of them was a replica while the other was the original. Each of the two distant digimon had a small boy sitting with them on their broomsticks. “Ah, ah, ah,” tutted Des as she saw Mr. Hirano take a deep breath in to call out to his kids. “I’ll bring them back if things get dangerous out there, but for now let them enjoy the entertainment.”
“What do you mean?! Those are my kids out there!” shouted the man incredulously.
“Yes, and if anything happens to them I’m sure you’ll find some cruel and inhumane punishment for me. Although, to be completely fair with you you’re going to want something bigger than that peashooter of yours, Mr. Hirano.” Slowly, Des started to float off and away from the balcony on the broom still holding onto the bowl of popcorn. “So sit tight. I’ll return after I drop off their snacks.”
To her credit, Des’ clone did just that. She even got the boys to look back and wave at their father excitedly, and Mr. Hirano waved back with a nervous smile. The clone handed the bowl of popcorn to the real Desdemona before flying back to the apartment’s balcony; although, she didn’t get off of her broom. Stopping just in front of the balcony wall she used it as a backrest to lean against. More sirens blared in the distance, accompanied by more far off explosions.
“They’re a lucky pair, Mr. Hirano,” mused Des as the clone stared at the two children in question. “I found them as they were walking home from school during the beginning of the invasion. I told them I’d keep them safe, and to think of current events as if they were watching a monster movie.” She giggled at the thought and smiled pleasantly.
“I see..” Mr. Hirano was silent for a moment, leaning forward against the balcony wall and staring at his boys. He glanced back to the digimon at his side, eyeing her nervously. “Why, though? When all your other monster friends are tearing up the city, why babysit human kids like this?”
“Hmm, that would be the right question wouldn’t it, Mr. Hirano?” Folding one leg over the other at the knee Des’ clone chuckled to herself before continuing. She kept watching the ongoing struggles in the distance as digimon battled against humans. However, the longer the fighting continued the more and more she saw other digimon fighting against the invasion. “To be honest I’m really not interested in the fighting. I’m only interested in the aftermath. Once the dust settles, I want to be on the right side, that’s all. Other digimon will leave me alone, but you humans? I would be shot at if I were alone.” Her gaze drifted back to the two boys as she smiled warmly at them.
“So innocent. So pure. So valuable.” The clone laughed softly to herself as she allowed her words to sink into Mr. Hirano’s thoughts. By the time the detective thought to raise his revolver at her, Des’ clone was already in motion. With her inhuman strength it was a simple feat to grab the man’s wrist and yank him over the balcony wall.
