In The Pale Pink Mist Of A Foolish Dream [MPC 87x]
Jun 30, 2021 5:14:02 GMT
Post by Talia and Tohru & Simba on Jun 30, 2021 5:14:02 GMT
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“Can you see them, Tohru?”
The click of an M4 carbine locking into place was the only sound that could be head as a petite draconic rabbit peered at what looked to be a mixed group of humans and rookie digimon attempt to break their way into a large locked carton of rations belonging to the three. All were armed with meager weapons such as small knives and clubs, easily overwpowered alone but quite dangerous in a pack like this. Considering how things had turned out, Talia was actually surprised to see the two species together. She did have the feeling it was probably some guise that would end with the humans getting shanked once the digimon got what they wanted. Or worse. “Left quadrant, about 90 degrees north of the old runway.”
How foolish the human groups advocating digimon and humans could coexist in the same place had been. Well, that wasn’t completely true really because they had, for a while. Unfortunately, human nature of being aggressive to anything remotely different had kicked in and now here they were. Many had been on board with the idea, but it was unfortunately overpowereed by ones who were not. The ones who shot first and asked questions later, the ones who treated them like an inferior species. As a result, digimon had risen up a rebellion against the humans oppression, persecuting them as they had once done to their kind. Now they were all locked in a species war, with who knows actually how many humans and digimon left.
“Fuck em up, Simba!”
The dorugreymon, crouched on top of the tower, didn’t waste a second after his orders before taking to the sky and setting off a hot breath of fire over the group, many running in different directions in an attempt to escape the flames, other not so lucky as they tripped. Those who didn’t got pelted by the bullets in Talias weapon.
Kinda ironic, usually it was the dragon keeping the girl inside the tower but in this case the dragon was protecting the princess inside the tower. Returning to base, he shrunk down to the size of a much smaller rookie level dragon in a red cloak and climbed down some stairs into the air traffic control cabin where his human and sister waited to greet him, the human putting off her protective mask to reveal a more set of soft purple eyes than one probably wouldn’t expect from someone who was just mowing down looters with a military rifle two seconds ago. “Did ya see me?!” The lopmon patted her brother’s head. “Not bad for a squirt!” “IM NOT A SQUIRT!” Yep, even in the middle of an Apocalypse, the two still bickered.
Ignoring them, Talia went back to her post at the window, plopping down in the seat, watching the sun set with a pink hue over the sky. Not that there was anybody but the twins to not tell, but sometimes she sat in this chair and pretended to be the captain of the Enterprise flying through the stars for fun. You could take the girl out of the nerdy, but you couldn’t take the nerdy out of the girl! The game of pretend quickly dissipated Talia’s attention thanks to some blasts way she could see way off in the distance that lit up the darkening sky.
“Must be testing weapons I guess. Or in another one of their battles.” Tohru had appeared next to her, looking at the guerilla warfare too. “Tohru, how much longer do you think we could be safe here? Maybe we should start to think about leaving soon, you know, flying away and see what else is out there.” She wouldn’t lie, that thought really scared her considering the way Japan was looking now. Yet, wouldn’t it only be a matter of time before those blasts got closer and closer? “A few months I’d say. Simba fused all of the downstairs entrances shut and since there’s no more power nobody would be able to use the elevator to get up here. It’d be pretty tough to break through them unless you have some kind of crazy ability to bend metal. There’s no Magneto digmon though, don’t worry.” Evidently, Tohru had been reading through those comics Talia brought with her when she moved into this bunker.
“I think it’s my turn to be on watch tonight right?” Tohru nodded before going over to curl up in one of the futons on the floor next to the one Simba was already snuggled up in, tired from a long day of roof patrolling. “Let us know if you need anything! We’re here.”
It wasn’t long before she could hear the rabbits silent snoring echoing through the bunker. Something she had to get to used to was the...silence of everything. No more sounds of an air conditioner running, no more cars beeping, the sound of fans shutting on and off. Even after all this time it was damn eerie. Their only connection to the outside world was the radio, which by some miracle still worked. Apparently the hoards had not burned down the radio towers yet. “Too busy trying to come out on top I guess…” Most of Tokyo’s buildings had already been destroyed by the warfare, in fact half the place looked like Godzilla had just walked through and stomped on it. Which, to an extent, was true considering the power of some digimon.
She wondered if there were any tamers left besides her out there. When the war started, many had apparently...turned on the humans they were partnered, via murder or offering them up for persecution or...ugh, such a gruesome thing to think about. Which begged the question, what had happened to those who had stayed together? If they were fighting, how were they doing it in a war where their species wanted to dominate and possibly exterminate the other?
There didnt seem to be any night prowlers out tonight, so Talia practically dosed off from boredom, the gun still in hand. Sometimes at around 3am, she was awoken to the sound of blasts and saw it was the same place off in the distance that had been doing them earlier. “Must be a long fight I guess…” She yawned, glancing at the sleeping twins, never able to imagine them having a murderous or maneating streak, especially when they looked this cute. When everything had happened, she had offered them the chance to leave, insisting she would fully understand the choice. Yet they had refused, insisting that their relationship had passed to having problems of a species difference, they were family and they would stay together no matter what.
As she dazed off again, another noise awoke her, but this time it much much closer than where those blasts were.
It was coming from the radio.
“Hello hello, this is a distress call, need help...digimon attacking home...daughter...help...over..please..they’re coming...AAAH.” Roaring sounds.
To hear the sound of a human speaking after so long somehow chilled Talia to the bone more than the sound of the digimon in the background. She scrambled for the walkie talkie connected to the radio. “I hear your call, over! Please respond, where are you, over.” Nothing. They were too late. About fifty seconds the radio made static again. “Osaka...across from the park. Help her please. Thank you.”
Dead air.
Naturally, Talia’s first assumption was that this was some kind of trick to get her out of the safety of the tower. Those around here had to know someone was living here if someone was shooting a gun from the window at invaders right? But Osaka wasn’t that close, so how would they know? Regardless, Talia felt a tickle that she wouldn’t forgive herself if she didn’t at least investigate. And if it was a hack, she was armed plus having the two digimon.
“Tohru, Simba, wake up! I need...you.”
They were of course, ready at a moments notice and it wasn’t long before they were flying in the nights sky on Dorugreymon through the war pinkened clouds and dust. The scent of shrapnel and things burning and smoke had all three of them wearing sort of helmets that both covered her eyes, nose and mouth as to prevent breathing in the chemicals. “Simba...do you remember the park we used to play in by my old high school, in Osaka?” “Yeah!” “Go that way.” “Got it, chief!” Luckily the dragon had not lost his sense of direction even all this mess. In fact the mask probably helped his tracking not be thrown off.
As they got closer, she could almost have a guesstimate of the home they were meant to go in. See, most of the remaining families had long abandoned this neighborhood, but some who were in denial about what was going on had refused to leave, making a pitiful attempt to go on with their mundane lives as things fell apart around them. Evidently, that was what had happened to this group.
Simba shrank down to Baohackmon in order to avoid giving their location away, while Tohru changed into her Turuiemon form. “Let’s go.”
Eerily not able to hear a lot of noise from the other side, Talia motioned to the rabbit to kick down the door, which she did after jumping back and swinging up her leg, hopping off the ground right at the door, which came down fairly easily.
She could see human blood on the walls as soon as they walked in, not a good sign. They could see a flopped arm sticking out of a room, connected to a body that she knew there was no need to investigate. It was the same situation for most of the others inside. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound from a room toward the end of the hall and with the gun cocked, ran down, crouching by the corner, able to see something scuffling inside next to a corpse. Talia let a bullet loose. “State your business.” Another one. “EY DONT SHOOT I DIDNT DO THIS IT WASN ME I SWEH IT WASN ME.”
Tohru now held the DemiDevimon by the earwing, where it thrashed with furious haste. “Talk, devil. Or I’ll splay you with the bottom of my foot like an ant till you explode. What happened here.” Her tone gave away she wasn’t playing any games. “I just came here to scavenge, times are tough man! You gotta get what you can! But word on the street was they was planning to come in here for a while. OW.” Tohru had dropped him right next to a growling Simba, the group realizing he was just a bottomfeeder who had little to offer them. ”Get out of here. Now”
After checking the rest of the house for any signs of life, the determined there was none and there and proceeded to do a check in the backyard before returning home. Talia was feeling a bit disappointed, yet she felt it was silly because she didn’t want to admit she had come here with any hope. “Let’s move on.” She slide off the picnic table in the back they had been resting on, taking one last glance at the home before heading to leave.
“Wait.”
Simba was kind of...pointing and staring at the shed in the yard like a hound dog with a new smell would. “Something in there. Right there. Doesn’t smell messy, or like a digimon.” Simba’s hunches were rarely wrong, so Talia went to check it out. “Fuck, there’s a lock on it.” She really was not about to go back inside and fish the corpses for a key. “Tohru.” The rabbit grabbed the lock in her hands. “With pleasure.” With one twist, she crushed the lock in her hands, sliding open the door slowly in case of surprise.
Nothing. Not a peep, no breathing, nothing. “Looks like your hunch was wrong for once, Simba.” Tohru remarked, teasing her brother. “Nuh uh, there’s something in...there." He looked at what looked like a storage cabinet for outdoor recreation supplies way in the back corner of the shed, far off from direct sight. When it start to open up, they all jumped back a little. Mostly out of the shock of...seeing the face of a small child look right back at them with terrified, sharp eyes, glassy most likely from crying. In fact she looked like she was about to do so again and the three realized they probably looked intimidating with their masks. Talia was the first to remove hers, pulling up the opaque googles so the child could at least see some human eyes.
“Where’s...m-mommy. She said she would come back for me!” Talia got down to the childs levels and removing her breathing apparatus next, motioning to the digimon to remove theirs. “Moms busy. But I’m gonna watch you for a while okay? She told me to.” The child clung to her leg when it saw the two digimon behind her. “Ah! Please don’t h-hurt me...” Talia lifted the toddler in her arms who put her own tiny arms around the womans neck. “Don’t worry, they’re my friends, see?” She scratched Tohrus soft ears. “They won’t hurt you, I promise. Nobody will now.”
After sending Simba out to make sure nobody had return to the house, he became Dorugreymon once more and everyone got on his back. “Let’s go home, Simba.”
I'd like posts as a reward pls.
“Can you see them, Tohru?”
The click of an M4 carbine locking into place was the only sound that could be head as a petite draconic rabbit peered at what looked to be a mixed group of humans and rookie digimon attempt to break their way into a large locked carton of rations belonging to the three. All were armed with meager weapons such as small knives and clubs, easily overwpowered alone but quite dangerous in a pack like this. Considering how things had turned out, Talia was actually surprised to see the two species together. She did have the feeling it was probably some guise that would end with the humans getting shanked once the digimon got what they wanted. Or worse. “Left quadrant, about 90 degrees north of the old runway.”
How foolish the human groups advocating digimon and humans could coexist in the same place had been. Well, that wasn’t completely true really because they had, for a while. Unfortunately, human nature of being aggressive to anything remotely different had kicked in and now here they were. Many had been on board with the idea, but it was unfortunately overpowereed by ones who were not. The ones who shot first and asked questions later, the ones who treated them like an inferior species. As a result, digimon had risen up a rebellion against the humans oppression, persecuting them as they had once done to their kind. Now they were all locked in a species war, with who knows actually how many humans and digimon left.
“Fuck em up, Simba!”
The dorugreymon, crouched on top of the tower, didn’t waste a second after his orders before taking to the sky and setting off a hot breath of fire over the group, many running in different directions in an attempt to escape the flames, other not so lucky as they tripped. Those who didn’t got pelted by the bullets in Talias weapon.
Kinda ironic, usually it was the dragon keeping the girl inside the tower but in this case the dragon was protecting the princess inside the tower. Returning to base, he shrunk down to the size of a much smaller rookie level dragon in a red cloak and climbed down some stairs into the air traffic control cabin where his human and sister waited to greet him, the human putting off her protective mask to reveal a more set of soft purple eyes than one probably wouldn’t expect from someone who was just mowing down looters with a military rifle two seconds ago. “Did ya see me?!” The lopmon patted her brother’s head. “Not bad for a squirt!” “IM NOT A SQUIRT!” Yep, even in the middle of an Apocalypse, the two still bickered.
Ignoring them, Talia went back to her post at the window, plopping down in the seat, watching the sun set with a pink hue over the sky. Not that there was anybody but the twins to not tell, but sometimes she sat in this chair and pretended to be the captain of the Enterprise flying through the stars for fun. You could take the girl out of the nerdy, but you couldn’t take the nerdy out of the girl! The game of pretend quickly dissipated Talia’s attention thanks to some blasts way she could see way off in the distance that lit up the darkening sky.
“Must be testing weapons I guess. Or in another one of their battles.” Tohru had appeared next to her, looking at the guerilla warfare too. “Tohru, how much longer do you think we could be safe here? Maybe we should start to think about leaving soon, you know, flying away and see what else is out there.” She wouldn’t lie, that thought really scared her considering the way Japan was looking now. Yet, wouldn’t it only be a matter of time before those blasts got closer and closer? “A few months I’d say. Simba fused all of the downstairs entrances shut and since there’s no more power nobody would be able to use the elevator to get up here. It’d be pretty tough to break through them unless you have some kind of crazy ability to bend metal. There’s no Magneto digmon though, don’t worry.” Evidently, Tohru had been reading through those comics Talia brought with her when she moved into this bunker.
“I think it’s my turn to be on watch tonight right?” Tohru nodded before going over to curl up in one of the futons on the floor next to the one Simba was already snuggled up in, tired from a long day of roof patrolling. “Let us know if you need anything! We’re here.”
It wasn’t long before she could hear the rabbits silent snoring echoing through the bunker. Something she had to get to used to was the...silence of everything. No more sounds of an air conditioner running, no more cars beeping, the sound of fans shutting on and off. Even after all this time it was damn eerie. Their only connection to the outside world was the radio, which by some miracle still worked. Apparently the hoards had not burned down the radio towers yet. “Too busy trying to come out on top I guess…” Most of Tokyo’s buildings had already been destroyed by the warfare, in fact half the place looked like Godzilla had just walked through and stomped on it. Which, to an extent, was true considering the power of some digimon.
She wondered if there were any tamers left besides her out there. When the war started, many had apparently...turned on the humans they were partnered, via murder or offering them up for persecution or...ugh, such a gruesome thing to think about. Which begged the question, what had happened to those who had stayed together? If they were fighting, how were they doing it in a war where their species wanted to dominate and possibly exterminate the other?
There didnt seem to be any night prowlers out tonight, so Talia practically dosed off from boredom, the gun still in hand. Sometimes at around 3am, she was awoken to the sound of blasts and saw it was the same place off in the distance that had been doing them earlier. “Must be a long fight I guess…” She yawned, glancing at the sleeping twins, never able to imagine them having a murderous or maneating streak, especially when they looked this cute. When everything had happened, she had offered them the chance to leave, insisting she would fully understand the choice. Yet they had refused, insisting that their relationship had passed to having problems of a species difference, they were family and they would stay together no matter what.
As she dazed off again, another noise awoke her, but this time it much much closer than where those blasts were.
It was coming from the radio.
“Hello hello, this is a distress call, need help...digimon attacking home...daughter...help...over..please..they’re coming...AAAH.” Roaring sounds.
To hear the sound of a human speaking after so long somehow chilled Talia to the bone more than the sound of the digimon in the background. She scrambled for the walkie talkie connected to the radio. “I hear your call, over! Please respond, where are you, over.” Nothing. They were too late. About fifty seconds the radio made static again. “Osaka...across from the park. Help her please. Thank you.”
Dead air.
Naturally, Talia’s first assumption was that this was some kind of trick to get her out of the safety of the tower. Those around here had to know someone was living here if someone was shooting a gun from the window at invaders right? But Osaka wasn’t that close, so how would they know? Regardless, Talia felt a tickle that she wouldn’t forgive herself if she didn’t at least investigate. And if it was a hack, she was armed plus having the two digimon.
“Tohru, Simba, wake up! I need...you.”
They were of course, ready at a moments notice and it wasn’t long before they were flying in the nights sky on Dorugreymon through the war pinkened clouds and dust. The scent of shrapnel and things burning and smoke had all three of them wearing sort of helmets that both covered her eyes, nose and mouth as to prevent breathing in the chemicals. “Simba...do you remember the park we used to play in by my old high school, in Osaka?” “Yeah!” “Go that way.” “Got it, chief!” Luckily the dragon had not lost his sense of direction even all this mess. In fact the mask probably helped his tracking not be thrown off.
As they got closer, she could almost have a guesstimate of the home they were meant to go in. See, most of the remaining families had long abandoned this neighborhood, but some who were in denial about what was going on had refused to leave, making a pitiful attempt to go on with their mundane lives as things fell apart around them. Evidently, that was what had happened to this group.
Simba shrank down to Baohackmon in order to avoid giving their location away, while Tohru changed into her Turuiemon form. “Let’s go.”
Eerily not able to hear a lot of noise from the other side, Talia motioned to the rabbit to kick down the door, which she did after jumping back and swinging up her leg, hopping off the ground right at the door, which came down fairly easily.
She could see human blood on the walls as soon as they walked in, not a good sign. They could see a flopped arm sticking out of a room, connected to a body that she knew there was no need to investigate. It was the same situation for most of the others inside. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound from a room toward the end of the hall and with the gun cocked, ran down, crouching by the corner, able to see something scuffling inside next to a corpse. Talia let a bullet loose. “State your business.” Another one. “EY DONT SHOOT I DIDNT DO THIS IT WASN ME I SWEH IT WASN ME.”
Tohru now held the DemiDevimon by the earwing, where it thrashed with furious haste. “Talk, devil. Or I’ll splay you with the bottom of my foot like an ant till you explode. What happened here.” Her tone gave away she wasn’t playing any games. “I just came here to scavenge, times are tough man! You gotta get what you can! But word on the street was they was planning to come in here for a while. OW.” Tohru had dropped him right next to a growling Simba, the group realizing he was just a bottomfeeder who had little to offer them. ”Get out of here. Now”
After checking the rest of the house for any signs of life, the determined there was none and there and proceeded to do a check in the backyard before returning home. Talia was feeling a bit disappointed, yet she felt it was silly because she didn’t want to admit she had come here with any hope. “Let’s move on.” She slide off the picnic table in the back they had been resting on, taking one last glance at the home before heading to leave.
“Wait.”
Simba was kind of...pointing and staring at the shed in the yard like a hound dog with a new smell would. “Something in there. Right there. Doesn’t smell messy, or like a digimon.” Simba’s hunches were rarely wrong, so Talia went to check it out. “Fuck, there’s a lock on it.” She really was not about to go back inside and fish the corpses for a key. “Tohru.” The rabbit grabbed the lock in her hands. “With pleasure.” With one twist, she crushed the lock in her hands, sliding open the door slowly in case of surprise.
Nothing. Not a peep, no breathing, nothing. “Looks like your hunch was wrong for once, Simba.” Tohru remarked, teasing her brother. “Nuh uh, there’s something in...there." He looked at what looked like a storage cabinet for outdoor recreation supplies way in the back corner of the shed, far off from direct sight. When it start to open up, they all jumped back a little. Mostly out of the shock of...seeing the face of a small child look right back at them with terrified, sharp eyes, glassy most likely from crying. In fact she looked like she was about to do so again and the three realized they probably looked intimidating with their masks. Talia was the first to remove hers, pulling up the opaque googles so the child could at least see some human eyes.
“Where’s...m-mommy. She said she would come back for me!” Talia got down to the childs levels and removing her breathing apparatus next, motioning to the digimon to remove theirs. “Moms busy. But I’m gonna watch you for a while okay? She told me to.” The child clung to her leg when it saw the two digimon behind her. “Ah! Please don’t h-hurt me...” Talia lifted the toddler in her arms who put her own tiny arms around the womans neck. “Don’t worry, they’re my friends, see?” She scratched Tohrus soft ears. “They won’t hurt you, I promise. Nobody will now.”
After sending Simba out to make sure nobody had return to the house, he became Dorugreymon once more and everyone got on his back. “Let’s go home, Simba.”
