[90X->65A] Darkness Rises, and Light to meet it.[Done]
Sept 28, 2021 18:31:18 GMT
Post by ghostmagus on Sept 28, 2021 18:31:18 GMT
MPC Name: I am the Shadow, The True Self
MPC Number:90X -> 65A
Reward Requested:Bits
Word count: 1022
With Boyo, as he now insisted on calling himself despite Colin’s constant insistence that it was a term of endearment and not a name, now eating the porridge Colin had made him for breakfast, Colin decided it was time for his morning meditation. He pulled out his yoga man and lay it out, sitting cross-legged on is, resting his wrists on his knees and closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply through his nose and out again through his mouth, calming his mind and taking it to that empty space inside where he was in control and alone.
He visualized himself floating in the black void of his center, a cooling calm place of safety. But something was immediately off about this familiar space. He gulped as he felt silent eyes watching him. He had always been alone in this space before. He looked around but there was nothing but inky blackness. His skin began to crawl with unease, and he looked down at his hands and gasped in shock as he saw his hands growing whiter and paler, his veins turning a sickly rotten black color making him look like a corpse. He tried to open his eyes and shake himself out of this place, but he remained stuck in the void, and this is when fear began to set in.
A hissing seductive voice whispered into the man’s ear, “Be not afraid.” The man spun around but he was still alone. There was a soft chuckle and a shudder he couldn’t quite explain went up the man’s spine. “Who are you?” Asked Colin as his brown eyes looked for the source of the voice. There was another chuckle and what felt like a soft caress across his cheek. “Your desires.” A pit opened up in Colin’s stomach. Nope.
He gave a nervous laugh and tried floating up, maybe there was a surface to this darkness? “Oh that’s nice, so I’m going to have to get out of here now, I have to-“ he was cut up from his excuses and explanation by the same voice “You need to get to the digiworld, yes you do.” This caused Colin to freeze, and he licked his lips, contemplating things now. Maybe this was normal, or apart of being a tamer?
He sighed, knowing somehow, he’d regret this. “Alright, I’ll bite. What do you know about the digiworld?” A third chuckle and a simple response, “Everything.” Then a splitting pain shot through Colin’s mind as visions were scorched into his brain.
Impossibly large awe-inspiring creatures battling each other in a mythic landscape the likes of which he had never seen. A colossal gray city surrounded by stone and filled with mistrust. A vast digital ocean filled with leviathans of untold size and power and beyond that, something, truly special.
A land of soothing darkness where hidden pains take shape. The harsh landscape punishing the weak and strengthening those who are already mighty. A place of power and secrets. Then Colin saw the most magnificent thing of all, an obsidian throne of sharp rocks and sitting upon it a terrible and mighty Dark Lord clad all in black. With pale skin and black veins and his face grinning back at him.
Colin’s eyes opened and he was sitting in his apartment drenched in sweat. Boyo was still happily munching away at his porridge. Completely unaware of what had just transpired. Shakily Colin got to his feet and made his way to the bathroom. He calmly and methodically leaned over the toilet and began to violently vomit into it. It took what felt like hours but in all actuality had probably simply been a few minutes, but eventually he finished before sitting hard on the ground, gasping for air.
He looked at his hands, but they looked like they always did. No pale flesh, no black veins. It had been…well he had no idea what had just happened, but he could still see all those visions as clear as day, unsure of their meaning. He leaned back against the wall of the bathroom his heart-rate still racing.
Colin had never craved power before in his life, he had seen since a child what powerful people inevitably did to those without it and it had disgusted him from the moment that truth registered. So why did his mind keep drifting back to that vision of him on that horrible throne? Maybe he was just going through a goth phase? He shook his head violently, that was ridiculous.
He looked back down at his hands and slowly and methodically flexed his fingers, watching the digits extend and bend at his command. Whether he liked it or not, destiny it seemed had put him on a path to power, one way or another. The way Kshin and Grace had described what a tamer and their partner could do together. It sounded incredible but, how could anyone remain pure with that kind of power?
He got up and washed off, the cold sweat making him feel clammy and he had to admit the water and soap helped. He entered back into the kitchen to find Boyo licking the bowl emphatically and Colin chuckled, “You doing alright there little man, you still hungry?” The Pagumon jumped up and spun landing in Colin’s arms. “I’m good thanks pops!” He said happily then looked up at the human tamer with some curiosity, “How about you, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Colin merely smiled and laughed, “I’m fine Boyo, don’t you worry.” The Digimon looked at his tamer skeptically but didn’t challenge him on it and Colin saw the open skepticism on the small fluff’s face. “Okay, maybe not fine, but I don’t think it’s necessarily more than my mind playing tricks on me,” he offered which seemed like enough to the Digimon.
From there Colin went back to his bedroom and started getting dressed and ready for their expedition. He had a lot to look forward to, but for the rest of the day the back of his mind would be slightly haunted by the vision of Colin Murdock, Dark Digilord.
MPC Number:90X -> 65A
Reward Requested:Bits
Word count: 1022
Canon Story
DONE!
With Boyo, as he now insisted on calling himself despite Colin’s constant insistence that it was a term of endearment and not a name, now eating the porridge Colin had made him for breakfast, Colin decided it was time for his morning meditation. He pulled out his yoga man and lay it out, sitting cross-legged on is, resting his wrists on his knees and closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply through his nose and out again through his mouth, calming his mind and taking it to that empty space inside where he was in control and alone.
He visualized himself floating in the black void of his center, a cooling calm place of safety. But something was immediately off about this familiar space. He gulped as he felt silent eyes watching him. He had always been alone in this space before. He looked around but there was nothing but inky blackness. His skin began to crawl with unease, and he looked down at his hands and gasped in shock as he saw his hands growing whiter and paler, his veins turning a sickly rotten black color making him look like a corpse. He tried to open his eyes and shake himself out of this place, but he remained stuck in the void, and this is when fear began to set in.
A hissing seductive voice whispered into the man’s ear, “Be not afraid.” The man spun around but he was still alone. There was a soft chuckle and a shudder he couldn’t quite explain went up the man’s spine. “Who are you?” Asked Colin as his brown eyes looked for the source of the voice. There was another chuckle and what felt like a soft caress across his cheek. “Your desires.” A pit opened up in Colin’s stomach. Nope.
He gave a nervous laugh and tried floating up, maybe there was a surface to this darkness? “Oh that’s nice, so I’m going to have to get out of here now, I have to-“ he was cut up from his excuses and explanation by the same voice “You need to get to the digiworld, yes you do.” This caused Colin to freeze, and he licked his lips, contemplating things now. Maybe this was normal, or apart of being a tamer?
He sighed, knowing somehow, he’d regret this. “Alright, I’ll bite. What do you know about the digiworld?” A third chuckle and a simple response, “Everything.” Then a splitting pain shot through Colin’s mind as visions were scorched into his brain.
Impossibly large awe-inspiring creatures battling each other in a mythic landscape the likes of which he had never seen. A colossal gray city surrounded by stone and filled with mistrust. A vast digital ocean filled with leviathans of untold size and power and beyond that, something, truly special.
A land of soothing darkness where hidden pains take shape. The harsh landscape punishing the weak and strengthening those who are already mighty. A place of power and secrets. Then Colin saw the most magnificent thing of all, an obsidian throne of sharp rocks and sitting upon it a terrible and mighty Dark Lord clad all in black. With pale skin and black veins and his face grinning back at him.
Colin’s eyes opened and he was sitting in his apartment drenched in sweat. Boyo was still happily munching away at his porridge. Completely unaware of what had just transpired. Shakily Colin got to his feet and made his way to the bathroom. He calmly and methodically leaned over the toilet and began to violently vomit into it. It took what felt like hours but in all actuality had probably simply been a few minutes, but eventually he finished before sitting hard on the ground, gasping for air.
He looked at his hands, but they looked like they always did. No pale flesh, no black veins. It had been…well he had no idea what had just happened, but he could still see all those visions as clear as day, unsure of their meaning. He leaned back against the wall of the bathroom his heart-rate still racing.
Colin had never craved power before in his life, he had seen since a child what powerful people inevitably did to those without it and it had disgusted him from the moment that truth registered. So why did his mind keep drifting back to that vision of him on that horrible throne? Maybe he was just going through a goth phase? He shook his head violently, that was ridiculous.
He looked back down at his hands and slowly and methodically flexed his fingers, watching the digits extend and bend at his command. Whether he liked it or not, destiny it seemed had put him on a path to power, one way or another. The way Kshin and Grace had described what a tamer and their partner could do together. It sounded incredible but, how could anyone remain pure with that kind of power?
He got up and washed off, the cold sweat making him feel clammy and he had to admit the water and soap helped. He entered back into the kitchen to find Boyo licking the bowl emphatically and Colin chuckled, “You doing alright there little man, you still hungry?” The Pagumon jumped up and spun landing in Colin’s arms. “I’m good thanks pops!” He said happily then looked up at the human tamer with some curiosity, “How about you, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Colin merely smiled and laughed, “I’m fine Boyo, don’t you worry.” The Digimon looked at his tamer skeptically but didn’t challenge him on it and Colin saw the open skepticism on the small fluff’s face. “Okay, maybe not fine, but I don’t think it’s necessarily more than my mind playing tricks on me,” he offered which seemed like enough to the Digimon.
From there Colin went back to his bedroom and started getting dressed and ready for their expedition. He had a lot to look forward to, but for the rest of the day the back of his mind would be slightly haunted by the vision of Colin Murdock, Dark Digilord.