Mole

the alphabet game. lol

Cream

Digimon: The Parallel Visage

Alright, not Ryan, so here's Roune One:

Human Character

K A N N A H I G A S H I
_{Female , 13}

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Kanna is a shy, well-rounded girl. She spends most of her time studying or playing little games in her room and keeping out of her older brother’s business. Recently, Kanna’s parents have filed for divorce. The reasons are unclear to Kanna, but she no longer sees her father as much. Occasionally, she will receive text messages from him — pictures of his work as a neuropsychologist for NASDA. Other than that, he seems too preoccupied and out of touch to make any real connection with her. Her mother has picked up a small secretarial job and is more stressed out and tired than Kanna can ever remember her mother being in her entire life. Determined to not let this affect her, Kanna has started seeing her friends less and keeping to her own imaginary world and schoolwork.

S O V E R E I G N C O N N E C T I O N

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_{Z H U Q I A O M O N}

E Q U I P M E N T

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Yellow messenger bag (purse), pocket mirror, comb, chapstick (Mentholatum), tissues (Kleenex), wallet — money and student identification, small sketchbook, pencil bag — pen, pencils, eraser, blender and sharpener, camera, and smartphone

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

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N/A

Main Partner

G A T O M O N

^Female

Nyaromon → Salamon → Gatomon → Angewomon

P E R S O N A L I T Y

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She has a very healthy curiosity, so she loves pranks. She loves teasing and making small jabs, but jokes aside, Gatomon is very caring and compassionate, not to mention territorial over her tamer.

E Q U I P M E N T

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Holy Ring

A T T A C K S

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N E K O P U N C H Punches the enemy with its claws.
N E K O S C R A T C H Scratches repeatedly with the claws of both hands.
C A T ' S E Y E Hypnotizes the enemy with mysterious power from its eyes.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

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N/A

’Feral’ Digimon

P A T A M O N

^Male

Poyomon → Tokomon → Patamon → Angemon → Holy Angemon

P E R S O N A L I T Y

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He is an obedient companion who relishes in defense. He is optimistic and tries to maintain the ease of those around with him a determined and positive attitude, even if it is a bit worried sometimes.

E Q U I P M E N T

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N/A

A T T A C K S

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A E R O S L A S H Breathes in air and shoots it out as blades made out of wind.
T A I A T A R I B O M B An attack where Patamon flies forward while spinning.
G L I D E Glides through the air.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

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N/A

Word association Game!

Human

Word association Game!

Zen

Word association Game!

Literature

Digimon- [The Uncanny Frontier]

_{R Y A N M A Y E Z}

_{T I M E : Sunset
L O C A T I O N : Hinode Wild Birds Sanctuary Nature Park
I N T E R A C T I O N S: None
M E N T I O N S: None}

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Screaming as she fell for the ground, Ryan’s legs crumpled. Her body collapsed, and her cheek scraped against the hard dirt. She knew she was breathing rapidly, but she could not feel it through all the pain.

Slowly, Ryan pushed her body upwards, only to collapse, scraping her face against the ground again. She tasted blood. A small moan escaped her lips as raspy breaths beaded in-and-out of her. “T…” she looked to her left. The traces of where Terriermon had been were prevalent. “Terrier…mon,” she mouthed. Tears swelled in her eyes. She closed them as they ran down her dirty heeks.

“I’m still here, Ryan.”

Ryan’s eyes shot open. Terriermon? Her breaths increased as she tried to move. Had he survived?

“Don’t move, Ryan. You’re badly injured. I’d never let anyone kill you.” A small light of pixels glowed by Ryan’s chest. It had a unique warmness that made the pains of breathing feel less stressful

“Terrier… mon?” She spoke with a barely audible voice. “Is th-at… you?”

“I swore to protect you, Ryan. I’m sorry. I put us in danger. It’s all my fault, and now, we only have one choice if both of us want to make it out of this alive. We have to make a contract.” The glowing pixels moved with the voice of Terriermon.

“It is… you,” Ryan made a weak smile, as more tears trickled down her cheeks. “You… you’re alive.”

“For now, in this form. But we’re both going to die if we don’t make a contract.” Terriermon warned her. “It’s your choice Ryan. I would never tell you to do something like this if it was a bad idea. But, it’s up to you. I’ll do whatever you want, Ryan.”

“A con… tract?” Ryan’s smile continued to delicately remain traced on her lips. “Just as long as you’re okay… Terrier… mon.” She could barely focus anymore from the pain. Her body ached all over, and her head was throbbing.

“Thank you, Ryan,” the glow spread its form and merged into Ryan’s body. The pixels disappeared as they entered her.

“Contract initiated.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

_{^{L O C A T I O N : G U E S T H O U S E / D A N R O S E E N T R A N C E H A L L
I N T E R A C T I O N S : P R I N C E F E L I X
M E N T I O N S : L A D Y S M I T H W O O D , L O R D S M I T H W O O D , R I O N A}}

“Yes, of course, Prince Felix,” Mathilda made a small bow. She felt her dark hair brush against her cheeks. She cupped her hands, one in front of the other and politely placed them right below her waist. The note he had given her was held securely there.

When she lookedupwards, she felt embarrassed and shy. He held a strong gaze over her. He looked better than in the description she was given to memorize all the guests, and his mannerisms were more influential than the brief summary of him she had read. She felt quite intimidated by him and could feel her cheeks flushing as he instructed her. However, Mathilda managed to keep her composure.

Once more, she bowed before the prince. “Lady Smithwood will have her message in a prompt manner.” She gave him a small smile of proper etiquette, and accepted his gratitude.

When she turned from him, she pushed herself to not turn and try another glance. All the royals seemed so strikingly beautiful. It was no wonder they were royalty.

The skirt of her dress swished against her legs as she quickly made her way towards wherever Lady Smithwood could be. She scurried forward, mentioning her task to a passing staff member. He commented that Lady was not seen in her guest room, which seemed to match the description of most of the nobles.

She wished to treat this as an urgent message, as practice for any future occasion. Seconds seemed to always slip away so quickly when she ran errands. She had very little time to waste, then. Was Lady Smithwood enjoying a pancake breakfast?

Mathilda bit softly on her lower lip, eyeing several staff members who may know better than her. She quietly entered the Danrose Castle for better speculations and to her surprise, she saw a plethora of nobles gathered together. It seemed as if the event was over, and they were all taking their leave. Why hadn’t she been told about this?

Mathilda looked through the nobles, seeing if Lady Smithwood was amongst them. Instead, near the foyer, she saw Riona speaking with Lord Smithwood. Riona!

Riona was fluent in the happenings of the Castle. She had worked alongside Mathilda’s parents for a decade and might as well have known them better than she did. They had taken Riona as their own, and Mathilda saw her as an older sister. Both women had differing views of their staff duties, but Mathilda usually turned a blind eye on Riona’s accusations. She knew it would upset her parents to think in such a way.

Carefully, Mathilda approached Riona and Lord Smithwood, not wanting to intrude on their conversation. She was careful that her shoes did not make any noise as they touched the ground. The note was held neatly in her hands, still cupped in front and by her waist.

What was Riona saying?

She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Riona was using unspeakable language to not just a guest but a noble. Her hands raised a little as her eyes looked away. Mathilda knew Riona had been in trouble several times since she started her work as a maid, and now she knew why. Lord Smithwood might surely report her behavior or worse —frown upon the Danrose kingdom!

The younger maid took several steps backwards. She had never heard a maid talk with such ferocity. Of course, it had to be from Riona. Mathilda let out a small breath, having noticed she was holding hers all along. Riona still might help her, but she would rather the other maid not know what she had just witnessed.

Quickly, she turned through the foyer and decided to wait a little bit away before attempting to approach Riona. It felt awkward adjusting herself like this, making inadequate steps. However, she still smiled at several of the nobles passing by, keeping her cheerful demeanor. There was something unsettling about the expressions on all of their faces. Were they not enjoying themselves?

Her lips pressed together as she contemplated everything. Something must have happened. She wanted to scurry away and tend to other duties, as she did have other things to busy herself. But, she stayed put and watched Riona and Lord Smithwood. He looked so bold and intimidating. Hopefully, he would be lenient on Riona. Mathilda knew she only meant well.

𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒎 - 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

_{a short story | inspired by MFP#9
metanoia & martyrdom}

[+]

<sub>Forgiveness

A loud voice hollered like a donkey through the stones.

“Wake up!”

And, slowly, a young girl uncurled her fingers from the cold flooring. It was wet and smelled of mold. A gooey stench held tightly to her damp hair as she moved.

The loud voice hollered again.

“I said get up!”

A hard banging on the bars around her was heard. It vibrated through the stones, and quickly, the girl covered her ears with her hands. The sound was sickening and made her head spin.

“Get up, you bloody wench! Do what I tell you!”

The banging continued, until finally, it stopped. Her hands dropped to the ground as a shiver ran through her swollen body. The lashes from the night before were still fresh, and her thin garment was stained from the wounds. It made no difference to them.

Small chimes jingled, and the lock unlatched the bars. The heavy metal door opened, and the soldier stomped into the cell. His body bent, and his large hand wrapped around her pale arm. He holstered the girl to her feet.

Dirt smeared her skin. Dried blood captured the delicate parts of her face. She looked pathetic. But, she was a criminal. She committed the greatest offense. And, today was her execution day.

“I said, ‘Get up,’” the man coiled at her.

“I’m sorry,” she said lightly, not daring to look him in the eye.

“You keep saying that,” he spat on her. “Yet, you don’t change your ways, do you? I don’t think you know what sorry means.” His eyes glared at her dangling body. She could barely stand on her own. “We’ll give you one more chance to make amends. People like you never do, though.” He laughed spitefully. “I know your kind. You’re weak. You’re pathetic. We don’t need the likes of you in this empire.” His teeth grit at her solemn expression while he chastised and mocked her.

“Now, walk!”

His hands dug into her skin as he began leading her from her cell. Her bruised feet stumbled and scraped on the cold stone. But, not once did she complain. They never did.

The light of day peaked through the front door of the jail. She had not seen the sun for weeks, and the sight of it was relieving, regardless of the circumstance. When the door was opened, the day kissed her skin and radiated her bloodied blonde curls. And, as they walked, she swallowed her courage to make a small brave smile.

“Get that look off your face,” the soldier grunted after a while. He stood her up to his level and slapped her face. “You’re about to be executed. Act like it.” His teeth grit at her, again. They were crooked and strong.

“I’m sorry,” she said lightly. Small tears formed in her eyes. She could not fathom any other gesture for the man. She felt sadness for him.

“Look around!” He grinned, “They’re all here for you, little wench.” He yanked her forwards.

Her eyes did as instructed. How long had they been walking? Her head was still pulsing from the nightly beatings, and even the sun seemed to be fading in all its glory.

She saw now that they were in a giant crowd. The crowd looked like puppets with dark strings pulling them to some awful tune. All she wanted to do was sing them something lovely and watch as their invisible chains unshackled.

For a moment, lost in her desire, she began to hum a simple tone, and a smile drew on her lips. And, once again, the guard beat her.

“Quiet, you bloody wench.”

He pushed her towards the middle of the ring, where a large hole had been dug. He held her body to the edge of it, “Now, tell me, girl. Do you believe our emperor is the supreme ruler of the universe, the infallible god of all?” He smiled with a sickness. “Just say, ‘Yes,’ and bow before him. You’ll be let go. You’ll be free, again. You’ll return to your family, your beloved family, no longer dishonored by your terrible behavior.”

A silence fell amongst everyone, awaiting her return to the world they lived. When the moments finally passed, her small smile turned on her otherwise solemn face, and she spoke and with the same lightness

“I’m sorry…” she began , “I… I believe in One God, the Father Almighty. The maker of Heaven and Earth and of all things visible and invisible, the one Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God. He died on the cross for the forgiveness of my sins, for my salvation. He is my rock and refuge. Your emperor is not my god, and he never shall be. I will never confess his name.” Tears swelled in her eyes as she spoke.

Without missing a beat the man replied, “You poor, misguided child. You deserve your fate. Let your false god save you,” he grimaced with disgust and tossed her into the pit. After the act, he turned towards the crowd. “She has no remorse! And, for anyone who defiles the Emperor, who believes him not to be the all-powerful god of all, visible and invisible, let this wretched and depraved soul be an example to all!”

Her body fell with a thud, and as she lay in the pit, she cried. She was in so much pain, but it did not hurt worse than admitting his lie. The truth held her heart regardless of what the crowd was shouting and hollering at her. She felt so sad for them, to be living in such an ugliness. They were all innocent prisoners. They did not understand better, and how she wished they would.

Soon, the crowd began throwing stones at her. The first stone hurt the worst. And, as each stone pelted her, she covered herself but found herself soon unable. Alas, she closed her eyes, while lying her head in a halo of golden hair, bloodied with dirt and stones. A small peaceful smile graced her face as she escaped this life. She truly was an example to all.</sub>

Eight hundred

@dryden in a fencing suit, though.

/dreamy

Digimon: The Parallel Visage

Subscribed. I’m probably rolling out Ryan’s CS, again.