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The Cold Shoulder (Prophet)
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 25, 2014 18:39:04 GMT
Cold. Cold was the only word that fully described this endless desert of snow and ice. Yaku fumbled in the powder, his suit and dress shoes being poor insulators for this, the ninth level of hell in terms of cold and treacherousness. How did he get here? He'd ask himself over and over again, knowing full well the series of events that stranded him in this damning situation. He'd ended up at the Trailmon Station, trying to find a train back to the real world... well, his world, he still had no clue how real and how fictional this location truly was. For all he know he'd been drugged and left for dead in an alley somewhere... but as he recalled the patrons forcibly throwing him from the train and the pain of being struck with his suitcase it was more than likely not the case. Anyway, he'd boarded a train. For some reason he accidentally started an argument with a monster who could have killed him. The staff mistook him as the aggressor and tossed him from the train... and here he was. He'd scream again, hoping it would attract any kind of attention or help, but he'd done so twice already, and for all he knew it was just circles upon circles he'd been going in. He was sopping wet and had no way to dry off, accelerating the freezing process and dropping his body temperature faster than he'd care for. He'd sell his soul for a path to civilization, even if it was a small village of two or three families. He was thirsty, but his health drink in his suitcase had frozen over, thankfully he'd drank enough to keep it from bursting the glass bottle. His eyes hurt, white and white and white spreading as far as he could see. The sky was grey, the ground was white, his hands were turning white, he'd needed to check his toupee multiple times to make sure he wasn't suffering from snow-blindness. Maybe he was, because that was black as well. He had no clue how long he'd been walking. Hours? Minutes? Days? All felt like a correct answer as he felt his socks squish against the insides of his shoes. As he was about to pass out, he hoped against hope to be found.
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Post by prophetmon on Jul 25, 2014 19:02:04 GMT
The cold weather of the northen proiminence wasn`t forgiving. Up to the last part of his data, Prophetmon shook his body constantly. The wind blew from all directions with a deep malice, bliding their sight. This place was the virtual oposite of the folder desert when it came to temperature, but both shared the desolation and deadly extension that only deserts could truly hold. But he had his instructions: he was to bring Cosmodramon, who at the moment was dragging herself through the snow with difficulty, to reach the frozen mausoleum. There he should further teach her. Some would call his works to be suicide and a slave work, but Prophetmon felt honored. Cosmodramon was not to know, but she had... uncommon origins. Suddençy Cosmodramon stopped. "What`s going on?" Prophetmon asked, worried "So....cold. Why are we even here?" Cosmodramon asked. "Because the stars told us so. We are to follow their commands, remember?" "Yeah, but..." "Don`t. I`ll carry you and try to cover you from this cursed blizzard." Prophetmon grabbed Cosmodramon and carried her away from the spot where she lied, in which the snow had began to accumulate around her, making small white spots appear in her skin as if camuflage. She just let herself be picked up and was about to thank when she heard something. She turned her head towards the place where the distant sound came from and Prophetmon did too. He didn`t hear anything, but then again, Cosmodramon`s senses were far better than his. "There`s someone there, asking for help. Prophetmon we got to..." Cosmodramon began. "I know, let`s go!" Prophetmon replied and he began to run towards the place where Cosmodramon was pointing too. It was not long before they heard a voice asking for help again, a human Prophetmon realised. What was a human doig in this place? Lost, was the only motive Prophetmon could imagine, as no human should ever come to the desolate tundra without preparing heavily first. "Are you Ok?" Prophetmon asked as he approached the human.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 25, 2014 19:19:54 GMT
The human moaned, stirring slightly as he turned to look at the source of the sound, finding two Digimon staring at him like he'd done something wrong... he had, of course. He'd come to the Digital World and got lost. "Who... are you?" He asked, barely being able to stand up, being far too exhausted and cold. He looked at the creature, it unusual and unlike any he'd seen before. "...Are you death?" He asked, wondering if he'd died when he was flung from the train and this wasteland was just his punishment for leaving what he knew. He carefully approached the creature, offering his hand, touching Prophetmon to make sure he wasn't just seeing things, sighing in relief he wasn't a mirage. "Am... am I close to a village? A sanctuary? A cottage of some kind?" The human asked, clearly having been out for far too long. "Am I still in the digital world, or have I escaped?" His mind was filled with questions.
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Post by prophetmon on Jul 25, 2014 19:39:08 GMT
The poor human seemed even worse than Prophetmon had imagined. What had life done to him? Or had it been just the tundra? Why did the human ask him if he was death? Could someone truly expect the end to have arledy come? Prophetmon looked at the figure and saw no signs of a digivice or digimon of any sort. Could this be a human with no correlation to digimon? He guessed there was a first time for everything. I made Prophetmon feel a certain connection to the man. Afterall, Prophetmon had been in a very similar situation as a Kapurimon in the human world. He too had starved, had been lost and alone. He knew the best he could offer was a helping hand. "My name is Prophetmon and this one here is Cosmodramon." Prophetmon greeted, bowing. "Hi! What is your name?" Cosmodramon asked, partially happy, partially sad about the newfound. "We are wanderers and were in fact searching for the chamber called the "frozen mausoleum", which shouldn`t be too far from here. I would ask you what brought you here, but given your condition I guess it would kill you to waste too much time here. I think that rock over there is large enought to provide shelter for a small time, enought to rest a bit. If you can carry Cosmodramon, I am certain I could carry you that far."
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 25, 2014 19:56:23 GMT
He blinks, taking the small Digimon and wiping the snow off of his glasses. "I am Yaku... Tridori Yaku... Let's go then..." He sighed, following Prophetmon. "Normally, I would be terrified... but my nerves are shot. My mind is all... blurry... I can barely even make out what you look like..." Despite all this, the man insisted on bringing his suitcase along. It didn't even appear to be heavy, just cumbersome. "Judging by your names though... I'm still in the digital world..." He huddled with Cosmodramon, trying to keep warm, the fur feeling good on his skin after feeling nothing but falling ice. "I was thrown from a train... it said Cross Town... I assumed it meant it would go to the other side of the city..." He sighed, moving slower than Prophetmon would. "The frozen mausoleum... I hope that's just a name... I really, really do."
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Post by prophetmon on Jul 25, 2014 20:19:31 GMT
Suprisingly enought, the man took Cosmodramon onto his arms, but walked alongside Prophetmon, rather than let himself be carried as Prophemon sugested. An act of selfishness was what Prophetmon recognised in that, making him glad. "Lets move then, Yaku..." Prophetmon said when the human introduced himself. "And yes, you`re still in the digital world. It is a shame that I must tell you this myself, but the frozen mausoleum is, in case you do not know, a...what did you humans call it?... a graveyard, was it? No, a memorial. A place to honor the long gone and heroic. Come, the rock isn`t that far away." As they reached the enormous rock, which granted some shelter from the blizzard, Prophetmon sat down and Cosmodramon jumped from Yaku`s arm to join him. "Here we can rest until the blizzard passes. So tell me ,Yaku. Are you a tamer, a spirit wielder, a xros general or none of them? Why is it that you are on this world?" Prophetmon asked "And for that matter why in the tundra? It is no place for a human and certainly you would have seen the snow from the distance." "Prophetmon." Cosmodramon called "He doesn`t seem ok. Perhaps he is injured or tired? Ill, maybe, you told me humans get Ill much more easily than digimon." "That is true Cosmodramon. So... are you Ill, tired or injured?"
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 25, 2014 20:34:08 GMT
He sighed. "Yes, a graveyard... a mausoleum is a large grave, used to store important but dead people... or Digimon, in this case..." He sat down, frowning as his only source of warmth left his side... "I'm... what? What're those? A Tamer? A spirit wielder? ...A-a General? I'm an engineer! I just deal with computers! I got here when a friend showed me, she ran off without me and then I ended up on a train and I got thrown off... now I'm here..." The man took this chance to take off his socks and try to squeeze the water out of them, hoping that that would help him... much to his relief, he was not suffering from frostbite yet. "From the looks of things... I'm not ill yet... just cold, and exhausted... I don't know how long I've been out here, but I can feel my toes at least..." He put his socks and shoes back on, relaxing. "...Why a mausoleum? I'm not going to complain, any shelter is better than this... and maybe I can get some sleep and have my eyes fix themselves... but it seems you and your... daughter? Sister? ...Student have made a rather... odd choice..." He took a deep breath. "And do you have any spare clothing?"
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Post by prophetmon on Jul 25, 2014 20:54:42 GMT
"So... you were tricked into coming here?" Cosmodramon asked sadly. Yaku took his socks off and tried to drink from them. He WAS desperate. "Please, there`s no need for that, I think we have some water around of these bags." Prophetmon shouted, as he began to search around his mantle for the bags with their supplies. They didn`t need much, so they had to spare of that. "We didn`t choose to come to the frozen mausoleum. I was instructed by the stars to go there to continue to teach Cosmodramon, my hum... apprentice, I guess you can call it that. There is deep knowlege in such an ancient place, and I must teach her whatever I can. That`s my task, as given by the stars. No one is on this world without a reason, let me tell you that. You may be here on unfortunate circumstances, but when the time comes, you will be glad you forfill your purpouse here, whatever it may be." "And we don`t "wear" clothes, silly. Digimon who even have clothes grow them attached to their bodies!" Prophetmon gently patted her on the head, knowing she was trying to impress him by trying to look smart. Or at least smarter than Yaku. "But do try to sleep if you wish, I assure you never is nothing to fear here. In fact why don`t you take a rest Cosmodramon?" "But I`m not tired..." "We all need to rest at some point, why not do it in advance?" "Why don`t you rest now?" "Because someone needs to stay alert while you sleep." "Why don`t swap roles today?" A stare from Prohetmon was all it took to convence her afterwards. That and the promisse he`d let her go ahead of him after the blizzard had passed.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 25, 2014 21:19:51 GMT
"Not tricked... I knew this Ranamon, she brought me here but ran off before she could tell me where the exit portal was..." He looked at the supplies, sighing. "My purpose will be to return to my wife and my home... she must be worried sick..." He looked at Cosmodramon, looking far from pleased with this little revelation. "...But maybe a rest would help." He sighed, reluctantly agreeing to sleep on the cold, cold ground. "I assume you don't have blankets then?" He asked, huddling against the rock to try and keep himself from getting hit with the wind. "...I apologize if I wake up suddenly, screaming and panicking... the storm's messed with my eyes a bit so I have no idea what you two look proper..." He sighed, curling up in the fetal position to try and preserve body heat.
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Post by prophetmon on Jul 25, 2014 21:28:20 GMT
As the human curled up, Cosmodramon rised again and flied to the human "Now stay still. If your eyes are bad, I think I may be able to help. Again, stay still. Star Beam!" She told him. A flash of light came straight from her mouth and covered Yaku for a brief moment. "Now, is it better?" "Cosmodramon let him rest. Come. Sleep. Rest." Prophetmon complained. The other digimon did as he said and curled up on his crossed legs before falling asleep not long after that. "Truth Surge." Prophetmon said as he believed Cosmodramon had fallen asleep. His spirit left his body immediatly and he began to search for the frozen mausoleum alone. This way, they could all stick together and he could find the place he and Cosmodramon were looking for even with the blizzard outsider. After quite some time of searching, Prophetmon`s spirit returned, now knowing where to go to find the frozen mausoleum,
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 25, 2014 21:58:42 GMT
Yaku moaned in his sleep, not used to this world or not sleeping on a bed, the whole scenario playing tricks on his subconscious. His dream was far from pleasant: He would awaken in his own home, in his own bed, alone. The whole world was crooked, doors not fitting in the doorways, windows showing other rooms of the house, some of them even tilted in unusual manners, he placed body parts on himself rather than clothing (removing his glasses to insert his eyes, his shoes to place his toes, etc.), he would pour himself a bowl of cereal (as in pouring the bowl rather than the cereal), so on and so forth. As he sat down and turned on the TV with his breakfast, he answered a phone with a low, guttural moan... at which point he sat up, knocked over the breakfast and went into his car. Getting in, he drove backwards to the morgue where his wife had called him from.
Parking and locking up in the lobby, he casually strolled into the operating theater where his wife was giving birth. As the doctor took out his handsaw and preformed the operation, he watched in anticipation, waiting, watching, hoping... after several agonizing hours, the window he was watching the operation through opened... and there on the operating floor lay doctors. They had been beaten, stabbed, strangled, one was even missing his head. He would hear his wife screaming, screaming, screaming "WHERE'S MY BABY?!" She shouted, violently. "WHAT DOES MY BABY LOOK LIKE!?" She shouted at the top of her lungs as, in the center of the room, sat a lone digiegg.
That's when Yaku woke up screaming. As he turned to look at who he was with, he screamed even more, scrambling to get to his feet and hide himself behind his briefcase.
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Post by prophetmon on Jul 25, 2014 22:09:47 GMT
When Yaku had told them he would scream he was not kidding. The screaming not only woke Cosmodramon, but also snapped Prophetmon out of his trance and both of them had to cover their ears to avoid becoming deaf. As the screaming started to calm down, Cosmodramon flied over to Yaku and gently rubbed her hand against his arm, in attempt to Comfort him. "Why are you screaming? Did you have a bad dream? I sometimes have bad dreams and Prophetmon too, but Prophetmon`s always have a meaning." She said. "Please do calm down Yaku. Remember us? We just helped you, not much, but still... I hope you are at least a bit more rested now. The blizzard has not passed yet, so I believe we can talk a bit more, if you feel like it." "Yes! Tell us about the human world! What`s your favorite thing about it? How are buildings like? And cars? And trash cans?" Cosmodramon was rather eager to know about the world Prophetmon had told her off so many times, most of them at her request. She was fashinated with the human world, even thought she had never been there herself. Prophetmon would have smiled if he could, but the wooden mask he had for a head would not allow it.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 25, 2014 22:24:47 GMT
He took several breaths, panicking and trying to keep calm. He'd tried to remember what he did when things were stressing him out, he closed his eyes and sat back down, still screaming, and tried to count to ten... then to twenty... then to thirty... by the time he hit one hundred fifty one he'd finally stopped screaming. "OK... OK... I... I think I'm better now... I only... yeah... a very, very bad dream... I really hope it doesn't mean anything..." He took several deep breaths and took a little while to respond to the next question. Yeah... I... remember... it was a lot more blurry..." He adjusted his glasses. "You're Prophetmon and... Dracosmomon, right? ...how come every one of you guys end with mon?" He sighed and thinks.
"Well... the human world is a lot like that city I started out in... but the sky wasn't torn open and everything made sense. Buildings and trash cans are pretty much the same, but cars actually existed... My favorite thing is... my wife! Oh jeeze, what time is it? How long have we been out?"
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Post by prophetmon on Jul 25, 2014 22:43:23 GMT
"My name is not Dracosmomon, is Cosmodramon!" Cosmodramon shouted, a bit upset. Se crossed her arms and turned around. "Our names end in "mon" the same way the name of our kind, does and for the same reason. It means "monster" it`s short for it. For exemple my name is Prophetmon, or in other words "Prophet Monster". Some are a bit trickier than that. Cosmodramon`s name means "Cosmic Dragon Digimon". The same kind of thinking applies to every digimon around." The discription of the human world was pretty low for Cosmodramon`s taste, who had quickly recovered from her tantrum and turned back to Yaku, And then, the human became really worried about his "wife", whatever that was. "Do not worry. I have been to the human world once, and thought I did not do it on my own will, I did lean how to go back and forth between the worlds. There is a station and I believe it is the same as the one you tell me off, that drops people to or from the human world. I promisse that I`ll take you there once I finish my task on the frozen mausoleum, if you want it, of course. And don`t worry about making up an excuse or trying to tell your "wife" about this place or the digimon, DATS probably arledy made up a cover story at this point and they won`t be kind if you try to tell anyone about the things that actually happened to you. Still, I am sure that whoever she is to you, she will be glad to see you. We`ll just wait until the blizzard goes, then I`ll take Cosmodramon to the mausoleum to teach her what there is for her to learn there and then I`ll bring you to the station." Prophetmon offered.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jul 25, 2014 23:11:51 GMT
"...DATS? I... I think your explanation's made me more confused... But my Wife is... a wife is..." He sighed, opening his briefcase to take out a picture of himself and his wife, wearing vacation gear at a beach. Both of them looked very happy, like it had been their greatest day. He held it out for them both to see. "...In the human world, a man and woman fall in love... love is when you feel very close to another person, it grows or diminishes as time goes on, forming a relationship. Once a relationship is strong enough, there is a ceremony that can be preformed. This ceremony, known as a wedding, happens between the lovers. Upon completion of the ceremony, the partners are known as husband and wife. That's the basics of it, and there are many, difficult complications involving this...but if you are married, you are not allowed to have a different partner. Unless you preform another ceremony, which both partners must consent to, you are stuck together."
"...Any questions?"
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