Wake Up, Samurai [MPC 87D]
Jun 13, 2021 4:47:27 GMT
Post by Zoya & Kapitan on Jun 13, 2021 4:47:27 GMT
MPC Name: A Story From Me To You
MPC Number: 87D
Reward Requested: 15 Posts
Word Count: 1030
MPC Number: 87D
Reward Requested: 15 Posts
Word Count: 1030
The dull monotony of a routine existence was never your reality by choice. That was a fact you used to rebel against before being assimilated by the rat race of day to day living. So when fate did give you a choice, what was it that you did? You made a decision, of course. You didn't know where that strange device had come from, or what it even was. As you were leaving your home you simply noticed it on the ground while you closed your door.
Was it a child's toy?
Did someone ring your doorbell and you hadn't heard it in your rush?
Should you just leave it and go about your day?
...
Regardless of your reason, you stooped down to pick it up. Once the odd device was in your grasp all you remember was a blinding flash of light, and then..?
Falling.
It was anyone's guess how long you had been unconscious, but when you did wake up you no longer recognized your surroundings. The urban jungle you remembered was gone, replaced by vibrant flora all around you. Ironically, you had always said that you had wanted to take an exotic vacation to a land far away from home. A Jumanji-esque forest wasn't exactly the locale you had in mind, though. You decided against getting closer to inspect a cluster of large flowers with petals lined with needle-like teeth.
The strange discovery only made you feel more vulnerable and self conscious. While you checked yourself for injuries you noticed you were still holding onto that weird device, only now its screen was glowing faintly. You didn't have time to question it, however; rustling in the undergrowth alerted you to foreign movement. Only when you turned to look it was the plants themselves that were moving. Vines snaked through the air towards you like blind fingers searching in the dark. You didn't question if it was real; it was real enough to make you run. Real enough to make you cuss out loud as you scrambled to get away.
The forest itself seemed to chase you deeper into itself after becoming aware of your presence. Trees shuddered and bent over, branches swiping and clawing. More vines stretched forth with an uncanny sense of direction. Even the flowers nipped at your feet and legs.
As sunlight started to become scarce between the rustling and intermingling treetops you called out for help, several times as you ran. You didn't know if anyone would come, but that didn't matter. The thin stick you had snatched from the ground as you stumbled through the forest was similarly minimal in the ways of any real comfort, but it was better than nothing as you used it to bat away the assaulting plants.
As your legs burned and your lungs heaved you made a mistake in your exhaustion. A misjudged step that sent you tumbling. Before you even rolled to a stop you could already feel more flowers biting at your clothes. You kept your eyes closed as something scratched at your face. A sudden burst of force pulled you by the ankle back in the direction you had come from. Lashing out wildly with your stick and kicking with your feet you called out for help again.
A loud crash shook the ground as pressure released around your ankle. At about the same time your stick struck something, but became stuck where it had landed.
"Wake up, samurai," spoke a feminine voice edged with confidence, "help is here!"
You opened your eyes to see someone had taken a hold of your stick.
The stranger was tall, and oddly dressed for a trek through the woodlands. Black and white clothes looking more suited to a science fiction than a hike clung to the woman's athletic body. The eyes staring back at you from behind a yellow visor were warm, and even relieved to a degree. After the woman released your makeshift weapon she then held out her hand to you.
"This is not the place for resting, friend," insisted the woman as she then leaned down to grab you by the arm.
With the help you managed to get to your feet. You had questions of course, but you simply nodded before looking towards the sounds of fighting. A person even taller than the woman next to you was grabbing and ripping at the vines, and punching back at offending trees with tremendous force. The fighter was armored and matched the color scheme of the woman next to you. For a moment in between the melee you locked eyes with the figure before the destruction of vegetation ensued. From that stare alone you could tell that person wasn't human.
"Zoya," grated an older male voice in annoyance, "I thought we would not be working while we visited home?" The armored giant grunted as he stomped on a fanged flower that had been latching onto his ankle. The plants seemed to have calmed down for the most part by then. The trees creaked and groaned almost painfully as they straightened back up, and no more vines were weaving through the air.
"Hmmm?" The woman hummed as she gave her companion an amused look. "It is not the fault of this person that your home has such an appetite, Kap. The Tyrant's Labyrinth has an appropriate name, yes?"
"Tyrant's Labyrinth?" you echoed uncertainly. Your gaze flitted between the two. As the armored giant came closer you involuntarily took a step back. "Where am I? What's going on?!"
The two strangers paused before sharing a knowing look with each other.
"Fantastic," muttered the giant sarcastically in a foreign language as he shifted his weight and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Hush," hissed the woman lightly in the same language as she playfully punched her companion in the side. She turned to speak to you again, her expression returning to warmth as she did so."First day, huh? I will try to catch you up on things, but do us this favor. Let us be the first to officially welcome you to the Digital World!" The woman held her hand out with a wide grin.