The Same?★75B: IMPRISONED [Complete]
Jun 9, 2020 13:56:49 GMT
Post by Kiva★Styx on Jun 9, 2020 13:56:49 GMT
MPC Name: Imprisoned
MPC Number: 75B
Reward Requested: 15 Posts
This was nothing new. The same four concrete walls. The same black steel bars. The same heavy-breathing fatso police officer, and the same putrid scent of his day-old fast food. Kiva had been confined to this cell many times in the past, so much so that everything had just become 'the same'. It was as if she was living in a sepia-tone story that had been told a million times before.
"Rakurai? Yeah, she's back in here...again. Keeps my guys off their asses, I guess. I swear though, one day that girl is going to do something so incredibly stupid and then I'll finally get to send the bitch to prison. Let me tell you, if she were my kid..."
That's right, the white-haired firecracker found herself isolated in Cell-8 of the local jailhouse for delinquents and minors. She had been booked for a petty crime - stealing a few CDs - but the biggest disappointment was the fact that she had been caught. Pfft, if I were your kid? No woman would ever dare let you touch them, much less my mom, you damn pig.
Despite how dreadfully boring the place was, Kiva didn't hate it completely. Her time in Cell-8 always brought about some sort of change; whether it be a revelation about her past deeds or the passion to try something even bolder, the space made her think. Sporting her slightly oversized, all black, tactical coat and signature black hat, she closed her eyes and let the familiar sounds of the precinct flood her mind. There's Officer Kusanagi, complaining about his kids again...there's Officer Fatso snarfing down his nearly-forgotten 100th snack for the day...there's Detective Agashi hitting the wall with his piss. That last one made her cringe. Letting out a sigh of frustration, she started bumping the back of her head lightly against the cold concrete wall behind her. She tried listening to the sounds of the situation again, a form of meditation if you will...also a great time killer. There's Officer Brady trying her best at Japanese again...there's Officer Kawaki rummaging through paperwork...there's---
"KiKi!"
The concentrated teen's eyes shot open and a sudden rush of panic exploded through her body.
"Wh-what?"
Officer Fatso's snack was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of a new voice.
"KiKi! What's going on? Why are you over there?"
"St-styx..."
Kiva couldn't think about what to do other than whisper his name in shock. She had forgotten about the creature hidden in her backpack, which, of course, had been confiscated by the authority. The bag had been tossed to the side, slumped over and leaning against the wall nearest Officer Fatso's desk.
"You got a walkie-talkie or something in there, Rakurai?"
Idiot. This wasn't the 90s. If anything, she would have just forgotten to turn off a bluetooth device or---it didn't matter!! What mattered was finding a solution to this new problem, and Kiva couldn't think. This was no longer the 'same' Cell 8 situation she had grown so accustomed to. No, this was a problem she failed to foresee. Giving her absolutely no time to think, the hefty police officer set down his food and made a grab for her bag.
"St-styx, HIDE!"
No normally, it takes a lot for Kiva to lose her cool, but she really didn't want the police to find this alien creature hidden among her things. Lucky for her, her digimon companion was just as jumpy when it came to sudden and unforeseen threats. The moment the officer reached into the slumped bag, a plume of green mist spewed out and flooded around him. In what seemed like only a second, the gooey body of Officer Nagashi fell to the ground with a hefty THUD.
"Oh my god, Stylx! D-did you just kill Officer Lardass?!"
The scared creature poked his head, which was also his body, out from the bag's rim and saw the giant body in front of him. A huge snort escaped from what Styx could only guess was his head, and the man's breathing continued. He was snoring. Styx's attack had knocked him out. Without much more hesitation, the little yellow body flung itself out of Kiva's bag and scurried toward her. Jumping into her arms, he cuddled up and bore a rather proud and goofy grin. So did Kiva; her grin even goofier.
"He was bothering you, right KiKi? Well now he can't!"
"No shit. Hey Styx, can you just...do that at will?"
"Of course! I'm a powerful digimon! I can attack things that make you scared and angry. I'll protect you, KiKi!"
"No shit? Well, great. Let's say you and I get outta here, huh?"
"Then we can go back home and chomp on some cookies?"
"Styx, you do a little something for me and I can promise you the whole damn jar."
Kiva's signature smirk returned as a plan folded out in front of her.
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"OY! OYYYYYYYY!!! YO, PIGS!! COME IN HERE, QUICK!!! SOMETHING IS WRONG!! CELL-8 SMELLS LIKE ASS AND IT'S MAKIN' ME ALL WOOZY 'N' SHIT!"
"Rakurai, what the hell do you want!?"
Three badges hustled over to Kiva's cell knowing that she wasn't really much of a threat locked behind the steel. They showed some concern though, mainly because Kiva had become such a low-key detainee over the past few weeks. For her to burst out could mean that something may actually be wrong.
"Yooooo, you guys smell that?!"
The officers sniffed the air cautiously.
"No?"
Officer Brady uttered a Japanese word that was easy enough for her.
"It's dank. Makes me feel pretty sick, actually. You really don't smell it? I think it might actually be a gas leak or somethin'. I think it knocked out Fatso over there."
It was then the officers spotted their downed colleague, prompting them to call over a few more of their peers.
"Officer down! Officer down! I think there's some gas leaking. It knocked Officer Nagashi out! Call an ambul---"
Covering her nose and mouth with her arm was the signal, and as she proceeded with the gesture, the brilliant tactician also kicked a fairly odd looking rock across the floor toward the clamoring police.
"Killing Stone!"
The odd rock shouted something barely audible thanks to all the noise. The same green mist that floated out of Kiva's bag spewed out from the rock. The toxic gas flooded the room and focused itself on the pile of police. Moments later, bodies began to hit the floor - all of them within reaching distance of anyone unlucky enough to find themselves locked behind the bars of Cell-8. The mist didn't take too long to clear, leaving behind a silent room. The officers slept peacefully while Kiva instructed the transformed Styx to grab whatever keys he could find on the downed bodies.
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"YO! Styx, my dude! That was fucking incredible!! I didn't know you had so much fighting power!"
"Oh yes, I'm the strongest and with you as my partner, I can only get stronger!"
"Oh yeah, you bet your ass you can! I'll teach you everything the streets taught me. You're gonna be one hell of a fighter, bud!"
Sprinting as fast as she could away from the precinct, Kiva held her yellow buddy tight against her chest. In the hours following, she made sure to connect to the local hospital to report a gas leak - anonymously, of course. In some sort of twisted way, the girl had grown fond of the local officers...but with her new found tactics, it may be quite some time before she has to visit good 'ol Cell-8 again.
Word Count: 1,270
MPC Number: 75B
Reward Requested: 15 Posts
This was nothing new. The same four concrete walls. The same black steel bars. The same heavy-breathing fatso police officer, and the same putrid scent of his day-old fast food. Kiva had been confined to this cell many times in the past, so much so that everything had just become 'the same'. It was as if she was living in a sepia-tone story that had been told a million times before.
"Rakurai? Yeah, she's back in here...again. Keeps my guys off their asses, I guess. I swear though, one day that girl is going to do something so incredibly stupid and then I'll finally get to send the bitch to prison. Let me tell you, if she were my kid..."
That's right, the white-haired firecracker found herself isolated in Cell-8 of the local jailhouse for delinquents and minors. She had been booked for a petty crime - stealing a few CDs - but the biggest disappointment was the fact that she had been caught. Pfft, if I were your kid? No woman would ever dare let you touch them, much less my mom, you damn pig.
Despite how dreadfully boring the place was, Kiva didn't hate it completely. Her time in Cell-8 always brought about some sort of change; whether it be a revelation about her past deeds or the passion to try something even bolder, the space made her think. Sporting her slightly oversized, all black, tactical coat and signature black hat, she closed her eyes and let the familiar sounds of the precinct flood her mind. There's Officer Kusanagi, complaining about his kids again...there's Officer Fatso snarfing down his nearly-forgotten 100th snack for the day...there's Detective Agashi hitting the wall with his piss. That last one made her cringe. Letting out a sigh of frustration, she started bumping the back of her head lightly against the cold concrete wall behind her. She tried listening to the sounds of the situation again, a form of meditation if you will...also a great time killer. There's Officer Brady trying her best at Japanese again...there's Officer Kawaki rummaging through paperwork...there's---
"KiKi!"
The concentrated teen's eyes shot open and a sudden rush of panic exploded through her body.
"Wh-what?"
Officer Fatso's snack was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of a new voice.
"KiKi! What's going on? Why are you over there?"
"St-styx..."
Kiva couldn't think about what to do other than whisper his name in shock. She had forgotten about the creature hidden in her backpack, which, of course, had been confiscated by the authority. The bag had been tossed to the side, slumped over and leaning against the wall nearest Officer Fatso's desk.
"You got a walkie-talkie or something in there, Rakurai?"
Idiot. This wasn't the 90s. If anything, she would have just forgotten to turn off a bluetooth device or---it didn't matter!! What mattered was finding a solution to this new problem, and Kiva couldn't think. This was no longer the 'same' Cell 8 situation she had grown so accustomed to. No, this was a problem she failed to foresee. Giving her absolutely no time to think, the hefty police officer set down his food and made a grab for her bag.
"St-styx, HIDE!"
No normally, it takes a lot for Kiva to lose her cool, but she really didn't want the police to find this alien creature hidden among her things. Lucky for her, her digimon companion was just as jumpy when it came to sudden and unforeseen threats. The moment the officer reached into the slumped bag, a plume of green mist spewed out and flooded around him. In what seemed like only a second, the gooey body of Officer Nagashi fell to the ground with a hefty THUD.
"Oh my god, Stylx! D-did you just kill Officer Lardass?!"
The scared creature poked his head, which was also his body, out from the bag's rim and saw the giant body in front of him. A huge snort escaped from what Styx could only guess was his head, and the man's breathing continued. He was snoring. Styx's attack had knocked him out. Without much more hesitation, the little yellow body flung itself out of Kiva's bag and scurried toward her. Jumping into her arms, he cuddled up and bore a rather proud and goofy grin. So did Kiva; her grin even goofier.
"He was bothering you, right KiKi? Well now he can't!"
"No shit. Hey Styx, can you just...do that at will?"
"Of course! I'm a powerful digimon! I can attack things that make you scared and angry. I'll protect you, KiKi!"
"No shit? Well, great. Let's say you and I get outta here, huh?"
"Then we can go back home and chomp on some cookies?"
"Styx, you do a little something for me and I can promise you the whole damn jar."
Kiva's signature smirk returned as a plan folded out in front of her.
------------------------
"OY! OYYYYYYYY!!! YO, PIGS!! COME IN HERE, QUICK!!! SOMETHING IS WRONG!! CELL-8 SMELLS LIKE ASS AND IT'S MAKIN' ME ALL WOOZY 'N' SHIT!"
"Rakurai, what the hell do you want!?"
Three badges hustled over to Kiva's cell knowing that she wasn't really much of a threat locked behind the steel. They showed some concern though, mainly because Kiva had become such a low-key detainee over the past few weeks. For her to burst out could mean that something may actually be wrong.
"Yooooo, you guys smell that?!"
The officers sniffed the air cautiously.
"No?"
Officer Brady uttered a Japanese word that was easy enough for her.
"It's dank. Makes me feel pretty sick, actually. You really don't smell it? I think it might actually be a gas leak or somethin'. I think it knocked out Fatso over there."
It was then the officers spotted their downed colleague, prompting them to call over a few more of their peers.
"Officer down! Officer down! I think there's some gas leaking. It knocked Officer Nagashi out! Call an ambul---"
Covering her nose and mouth with her arm was the signal, and as she proceeded with the gesture, the brilliant tactician also kicked a fairly odd looking rock across the floor toward the clamoring police.
"Killing Stone!"
The odd rock shouted something barely audible thanks to all the noise. The same green mist that floated out of Kiva's bag spewed out from the rock. The toxic gas flooded the room and focused itself on the pile of police. Moments later, bodies began to hit the floor - all of them within reaching distance of anyone unlucky enough to find themselves locked behind the bars of Cell-8. The mist didn't take too long to clear, leaving behind a silent room. The officers slept peacefully while Kiva instructed the transformed Styx to grab whatever keys he could find on the downed bodies.
------------------------
"YO! Styx, my dude! That was fucking incredible!! I didn't know you had so much fighting power!"
"Oh yes, I'm the strongest and with you as my partner, I can only get stronger!"
"Oh yeah, you bet your ass you can! I'll teach you everything the streets taught me. You're gonna be one hell of a fighter, bud!"
Sprinting as fast as she could away from the precinct, Kiva held her yellow buddy tight against her chest. In the hours following, she made sure to connect to the local hospital to report a gas leak - anonymously, of course. In some sort of twisted way, the girl had grown fond of the local officers...but with her new found tactics, it may be quite some time before she has to visit good 'ol Cell-8 again.
Word Count: 1,270