Intrusive Thoughts [MPC 111A]
Nov 23, 2023 23:21:09 GMT
Post by Moxie on Nov 23, 2023 23:21:09 GMT
Moxie would find himself in a very unfamiliar place. He was unfamiliar with the city of Terminus, so he's found himself a bit lost in the mix of things. He'd travel around, seeing the faces of digimon that looked much less threatening than those of Deeplane City's residents. However, he'd be a bit offput, noticing that there were a few Holy digimon abound, just going about their day to day. They likely paid Moxie no mind, but it truly irked him that he had to even be in the presence of these creatures without being able to do anything to them. He'd sigh, realizing it couldn't be helped. He was here on a mission to retrieve intelligence; recklessly going after random digimon would only draw unneeded attention to himself.
His target, this time, was a DigiAgricultural conglomerate. They held a vast share of the digishroom and meat exports from the city, so he needed to find out their production processes if he was going to be able to feed an army. Moxie found himself at the front of the ivory-colored building, shining like marble, with various prim and proper digimon inside. With him outside stood a bunch of Rookle/In-Training Level digimon, led by a Mudfrigimon. Moxie had timed his infiltration to be at the same time as the local Digimon Daycare's field trip to the facility. While he absolutely hated having to wear the yellow bonnet and blue shirt to fit in with the rest of the children, he begrudgingly held his shame within.
They'd use the buddy system; since the elevators lacked the capacity to carry too much weight, they decided to send the teacher up first and the students up in groups of two and three. Moxie positioned himself behind a larger student in order to be picked last. He'd be less at risk of being noticed if he was the last one to go, and he would be able to slip away much easier. As they split up into groups, a few minutes passed until only Moxie and one other Digimon remained. Moxie hadn't thought of checking which student he would be going up with; it seemed irrelavent since they were only children and mostly couldn't even count or spell, but when he looked over at the last remaining digimon, he realized his mistake.
Before him stood a small digimon in what looked to be a white onesie. It wore pink gloves, had blonde hair, and sported two little golden wings on its back. On its head was a winged helmet, covering its eyes completely. Moxie's face would inadvertently shift into a scowl. This wasn't just one of those damned angels; it looks like a pint-sized version of the ones that killed his sister. Moxie's struggle was now internal, as he fought with his inner urge to strike this thing down where it stood. Breaking his internal dialogue, the small creatures sweet voice pierced Moxie's ears like nails on a chalkboard. "Hello, I'm Lulu, nice to meet you," he said, his doughy, thoughtless expression irritating Moxie more with every second that passed. He then held out his hand, gesturing for Moxie to take it as they walked into the elevator. Slowly and begrudgingly, Moxie obliged, the two of them stepping in as the elevator doors closed shut.
Moxie would think to himself. "Just stick to the plan, Moxie. Destroying this runt is not worth jeopardizing the mission." He'd tell himself that, but a fire of hatred inside him burned hot, telling him to kill this creature right here while they were both out of the eye of the public. He knew it was irrational; he knew it would serve no purpose, but he wanted to do it anyway. As the floor number on the elevator monitor gave rise, Moxie would try to pay attention to that in order to keep his cool. Staying inconspicuous was key here; he'd have time later to seek revenge. The floor number grew higher and higher, and as they were almost to their desired floor, an eerie screech rang out around them, and the light flickered and went out. This startled Lulu enough for him to fall over, which made Moxie go with him. "Aww, what happened? Did it break?" Lulu would look over to Moxie and immediately recoil as he laid his eyes upon him. Moxie's expression had completely changed, from one of minor contempt to what looked like a predatory animal staring bullets into its prey.
Moxie had realized as soon as the sound rang out that the elevator was malfunctioning, and he was already near his breaking point while tolerating this thing. He knew he could do it; he could rip this thing apart and be out before anyone had noticed him. He stared daggers into the Luxmon, as he was now leaning against the side of the elevator in fear. "Wha-...what are you doing?" Lulu cried, but he wouldn't get a response. Moxie would only step torward him, with an unchanging, emotionless stare. "Stop it! I don't like this game!" Lulu would call out once again. Moxie would still be unresponsive, now looming over Lulu. He'd raise his arm, his claws pointed like daggers downwards at Lulu as he looked down upon him. "This isn't funny! Stop!" Lulu cried one last time, but yet again his pleas rested on deaf ears. Moxie finally began moving his arm downward. His hatred grew more and more, with flashes of his past being amplified by the darkness around him. What drove him now wasn't his hatred for the boy, but his hatred for the light that pierced his peaceful darkness. Even now, Lulu shone with a faint white light, the light that he'd seen first upon the ones who took away his happiness. Moxie's head, in this moment, was free of any ingenious plan or machination. The only thing on his mind was extinguishing the light.
The lights of the elevator switched on once more, startling both Moxie and Lulu as they did so. Before either of them had a chance to process, the doors had opened on their destination, revealing both human and digimon maintenence workers at the door. They looked at Moxie, with his hand over Lulu, with brief confusion. Thinking fast, Moxie would tap Lulu on the helmet, saying, "Tag, you're it!" before rushing out of the elevator and ducking down into a hall. Lulu would still be in shock at what had happened, so he didn't say a word.
End
MPC 111A: Trapped in an Elevator
Reward: Posts
His target, this time, was a DigiAgricultural conglomerate. They held a vast share of the digishroom and meat exports from the city, so he needed to find out their production processes if he was going to be able to feed an army. Moxie found himself at the front of the ivory-colored building, shining like marble, with various prim and proper digimon inside. With him outside stood a bunch of Rookle/In-Training Level digimon, led by a Mudfrigimon. Moxie had timed his infiltration to be at the same time as the local Digimon Daycare's field trip to the facility. While he absolutely hated having to wear the yellow bonnet and blue shirt to fit in with the rest of the children, he begrudgingly held his shame within.
They'd use the buddy system; since the elevators lacked the capacity to carry too much weight, they decided to send the teacher up first and the students up in groups of two and three. Moxie positioned himself behind a larger student in order to be picked last. He'd be less at risk of being noticed if he was the last one to go, and he would be able to slip away much easier. As they split up into groups, a few minutes passed until only Moxie and one other Digimon remained. Moxie hadn't thought of checking which student he would be going up with; it seemed irrelavent since they were only children and mostly couldn't even count or spell, but when he looked over at the last remaining digimon, he realized his mistake.
Before him stood a small digimon in what looked to be a white onesie. It wore pink gloves, had blonde hair, and sported two little golden wings on its back. On its head was a winged helmet, covering its eyes completely. Moxie's face would inadvertently shift into a scowl. This wasn't just one of those damned angels; it looks like a pint-sized version of the ones that killed his sister. Moxie's struggle was now internal, as he fought with his inner urge to strike this thing down where it stood. Breaking his internal dialogue, the small creatures sweet voice pierced Moxie's ears like nails on a chalkboard. "Hello, I'm Lulu, nice to meet you," he said, his doughy, thoughtless expression irritating Moxie more with every second that passed. He then held out his hand, gesturing for Moxie to take it as they walked into the elevator. Slowly and begrudgingly, Moxie obliged, the two of them stepping in as the elevator doors closed shut.
Moxie would think to himself. "Just stick to the plan, Moxie. Destroying this runt is not worth jeopardizing the mission." He'd tell himself that, but a fire of hatred inside him burned hot, telling him to kill this creature right here while they were both out of the eye of the public. He knew it was irrational; he knew it would serve no purpose, but he wanted to do it anyway. As the floor number on the elevator monitor gave rise, Moxie would try to pay attention to that in order to keep his cool. Staying inconspicuous was key here; he'd have time later to seek revenge. The floor number grew higher and higher, and as they were almost to their desired floor, an eerie screech rang out around them, and the light flickered and went out. This startled Lulu enough for him to fall over, which made Moxie go with him. "Aww, what happened? Did it break?" Lulu would look over to Moxie and immediately recoil as he laid his eyes upon him. Moxie's expression had completely changed, from one of minor contempt to what looked like a predatory animal staring bullets into its prey.
Moxie had realized as soon as the sound rang out that the elevator was malfunctioning, and he was already near his breaking point while tolerating this thing. He knew he could do it; he could rip this thing apart and be out before anyone had noticed him. He stared daggers into the Luxmon, as he was now leaning against the side of the elevator in fear. "Wha-...what are you doing?" Lulu cried, but he wouldn't get a response. Moxie would only step torward him, with an unchanging, emotionless stare. "Stop it! I don't like this game!" Lulu would call out once again. Moxie would still be unresponsive, now looming over Lulu. He'd raise his arm, his claws pointed like daggers downwards at Lulu as he looked down upon him. "This isn't funny! Stop!" Lulu cried one last time, but yet again his pleas rested on deaf ears. Moxie finally began moving his arm downward. His hatred grew more and more, with flashes of his past being amplified by the darkness around him. What drove him now wasn't his hatred for the boy, but his hatred for the light that pierced his peaceful darkness. Even now, Lulu shone with a faint white light, the light that he'd seen first upon the ones who took away his happiness. Moxie's head, in this moment, was free of any ingenious plan or machination. The only thing on his mind was extinguishing the light.
The lights of the elevator switched on once more, startling both Moxie and Lulu as they did so. Before either of them had a chance to process, the doors had opened on their destination, revealing both human and digimon maintenence workers at the door. They looked at Moxie, with his hand over Lulu, with brief confusion. Thinking fast, Moxie would tap Lulu on the helmet, saying, "Tag, you're it!" before rushing out of the elevator and ducking down into a hall. Lulu would still be in shock at what had happened, so he didn't say a word.
End
MPC 111A: Trapped in an Elevator
Reward: Posts
