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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2014 15:59:05 GMT -6
The large yggdrasil sever leaves protected the digi-eggs below from the shining digital sun. This server tree sits in the middle of a field protected by few rookie digimon. There is on specific digimon egg that our story begins, this egg shares two twin digimon inside its shell. These two digimon are very similar and quite the opposites, of these two digimon, Shinji on whom dreams of his other half, is the center of this writer's story.
Shinji speaks and sees his other-half, he within the egg cannot wait to explore the world outside the eggshell, his other-half tells him everything about it. When he hatches he hopes to have lots of adventures with this other-half, only problem who he thinks is his other-half is a lie. His other half isn't the voice in his dreams and head, no... It is one destined to be a hero Shinji never could be. It is the one that will protect Shinji, even against Shinji's wishes, it is not that voice... That voice that will separate Shinji from the other digimon, one that Shinji will foolishly trust with his life, and grow to distrust others. What will our story hold? I wonder?
The fragile egg began to crack as the small white Shinji poyomon began to push against its twin... Growing impatient of just dreaming and wanting to actually do something in this world. |
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Post by fluffles on May 15, 2014 17:23:39 GMT -6
With tired minds, we slept T he electric mouse digimon that consisted of beady bulging eyes, ears, tail, and no limbs to propel itself on had learned how to work up speed from throwing his belly onto hard surfaces and riding the elastic momentum that followed. As he didn't know anything else, there wasn't much to complain about. But then again, he hadn't discovered the necessities of eating or pooping yet, either. Perhaps it would be better to digivolve before he constipated himself. The Village of Beginning was only a short hop, skip, and jump away. He'd covered the distance recklessly discovering which things propelled him and which didn't. Ground with rocks and dirt? Check! Tree trunk? Check! Air? Nope. Spiky thorny bush? Nada. Spotting Elecmon, he paused to marvel at the wonder that was a bigger body than himself and four limbs, but found his attention drawn to another movement: an egg. He carried himself forwards and stopped just close enough to watch, his face so close to the egg that he could kiss it. He made guttural single-syllable sounds of wonder as he watched the egg hatch, cracks growing around it, and the distinct feeling of something special and sacred happening. The air was charged with the electricity of new life. "Push, push, little guy! Breathe! One two three four, onetwofour, onefourone,", he cheered the egg on as if it were a butterfly needing to hatch out of its own cocoon lest it be forever doomed as a cripple. He wasn't all that great at counting. |
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Post by Aster on May 15, 2014 21:58:45 GMT -6
..His eyes still haven't opened..they don't want to embrace the light, though Aster himself wishes to. His body is floating so peacefully, despite the relatively cramped quarters in which he has lived for the past few days. Why was it cramped? Why? Aster knew there was someone near him, but he never actually knew who it was. He would speak to the other person, often, with quite a bit of enthusiasm, even though he didn't really know what he was talking about at the time.
Today was starting out just like the previous ones; quiet, peaceful, and without any cares in the world. As soon as that initial "crack" sounded, Aster knew things were going to change. He didn't try pushing against the wall like the other being did, but he didn't try to stop him. Passively sitting by, Aster hears a thumping..or..a whizzing? Some sort of unrecognizable sound is becoming louder and louder. Someone's..coming..
Whoever it is that has now reached the egg is rather loud.. and it seems that he really wants the two in the egg to hatch, but Aster doesn't know why. Regardless, the mere presence of the other creature is increasing Aster's willingness to go into the world..yet his eyes are still closed..
The amount of light hitting his eyelids is increasing, yet Aster isn't ready to actually see the world. He just lets the other creature take the first step for him, and perhaps he'll follow. Aster feels something he hadn't felt before as the egg truly begins to crack. Air..Aster thinks, not knowing where the terminology even came from..The first breath of air, and Aster can now officially be called a Digimon..but his eyes still haven't opened... |
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2014 22:24:15 GMT -6
the cute little blob pushed harder feeling the change within the egg, he heatrd something outside the egg... Was it encouraging him? was it his other half? Was it in his head? Is he still dreaming, no... This was not a dream, not anymore. This will be the world outside, the world that will be adventurous and joyous of all things. He pushed harder and harder enjoying the voice cheering him on, the cracks grew as he broke through from the side.
The yolk spilled out over the grassy ground. The little freshly born digimon gasp for breaths as the sun shined just the right amount of brightness. A little longer and Shinji dared to open his eyes, to a world so bright, so colorful. A smile spread on the jello-tine blob, "hello?", seemed so happy having no idea what will happen to him. No idea that the voice within his mind, is the worst enemy who will never leave him.
The blob looked around just realizing where he is, he turned around to see another blob from the same egg as he, "what? brother?", spoke the blob not understanding that is not who he thought it was. Rather it was his actual twin, not the voice in his dreams or head, the one who may be his savior. The bob got closer to the other blob now completely ignoring the greeter, the one who cheered him on and said hello to him. The blob poked the other blob, "brother? wake up?" , his voice seemed to sweet and kind. Then they are always that way before the world stats spinning upside down. |
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Post by fluffles on May 16, 2014 11:10:24 GMT -6
With tired minds, we slept A we perked the corners of his lips upwards in a smile, if a faceless body could be called to possess one. He was amazed as he suddenly found himself in a puddle of yellow sticky goop, and heart warmed at the tiny creature that emerged. What was confusion shifted into surprise as a greeting to him turned to undivided attention towards something else inside the egg. He craned his neck - er, body - to see, spotting the other digimon, too. He was heartwarmed. And then he was jealous. He hadn't been so fortunate. He was born alone in this world. This digimon had a second, born in the very same egg, something he'd never fathomed possible. Of course, given he was only hours old himself, he hadn't gotten around to much fathoming anyways. "Hello there little feller,", he greeted the first digimon who'd hatched. "Wakey wakey, eggs n' bakey", he cheered the second who seemed to be napping. But more pressing matters were on his mind. "Wanna play!?!?!?!?!?", it consumed him. |
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Post by Aster on May 16, 2014 13:37:12 GMT -6
Aster doesn't know what to do.. all these voices.. but who are they? He slowly oozes his way out of the now vacant egg shell, taking each inch with incredible amounts of caution. He feels the air in earnest now, his whole body covered in the fluid substance. It's.. cold.. he thinks, his body barely shaking, slightly unnoticeable.
Aster recognizes one of the voices now.. the one that lived with him.. in that dark place. Brother.. he called me.. brother.. Family? he thinks, not knowing what exactly is going on.
He stands all the way up, now, as he was sitting in a rather awkward position before. His eyes are still closed, but he looks responsive, though he doesn't at all look ready to face the world. Maybe..they know where we are. he thinks, his nose trying to smell anything noticeable in the air. Nothing pops out to him.
He hears the request from the foreign Digimon. Play. Aster thinks he remembers what that means.. but he doesn't ask. He simply waits for his old housing partner to take the lead again, as his eyes still have yet to experience the wonder of sight. |
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2014 16:52:12 GMT -6
He watched his twin excited at finally meeting the voice in his dreams and in his head, but something seems wrong, this is not what he expected the one in his dreams to act like. Maybe his other-self was getting used to the world as he was? He felt the wind against his still somewhat moist body, maybe this place was just too new and amazing for him? The other one, that one that seemed to have encouraged him to hatch wanted to play. Play how? He saw it in his dreams, and it was a joyous activity, but how?
"Play? Let's play! How Play?" he asks wondering which sort of games they'll play, maybe it will be the one they chase each other around? Maybe it will be more than that? What about those in his dreams smiling and just smiling. Play... play.. Play in this grassy green stuff. Yes, play sounds fun, maybe his other-self will show his true colors. Then they could be best friends here as well as the dreams. Yes, time to play. [/blockquote |
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Post by Whightknight on May 17, 2014 16:25:08 GMT -6
Whiteknight sat in his egg dreaming and thinking about how the world must be. While he was sitting in his egg he heard something happening outside of what sounded like someone asking to play. "hmmm i wonder what they want to play out there" he said to himself as he started to wiggle his way in the egg trying to get out and before long cracks began to form. He bounced and wiggled as he finally got out his fur hard and sharp at the tips despite being fresh from the egg.After he got out he squinted his eyes from the light and brought his attention to the group over to the side and silently creeps on the metal one before opening his mouth and taks about half of it and starts to nibble on it.
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Post by fluffles on May 17, 2014 21:49:13 GMT -6
With tired minds, we slept "A ww, he's still sleepy! Wakey wakey! Let's play!" [/b], Fluffles repeated himself, audibly noticing that this Fresh digimon still hadn't opened his eyes yet. If he had more sense, he might wonder if the digimon was blind. But as his mind was stuck in the primitive phase of toddler-hood, "play", "mine", and "no", were about at the limit of his attention. Little had Fluffles realized a new egg had hatched at his back. Fluffles opened his mouth to explain the things of fun they could do, mostly expecting to explain how running worked when one didn't posses many functional limbs and also defied gravity in a great many ways, when suddenly, a strange sensation. He turned his body to see and found he couldn't. Straining, he managed to turn enough to see a furry purple head surrounding him. No, around him. Wait... was he being eaten? "Help!", was his first reaction. He strained and wiggled, trying to free himself desperately from the Dodomon's mouth. He felt panicked, terrified, as if he were struggling for his life. Leave it to Fluffles to over-react. [/div] |
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Post by Aster on May 21, 2014 20:33:04 GMT -6
They just continue speaking, but Aster doesn't understand..he doesn't quite know what half of the words that are being spoken even mean. It would seem that his vocabulary processors need to be warmed up a bit. He doesn't speak, but he does try, and it ends up sounding like an airless squeak, if that makes any sense. But.. it's a cute squeak, especially since he did it so sweetly, it could've passed as a yawn, which doesn't help the assumption that he's been sleeping any..
He decides that he'll open his eyes. He must. He begins pushing, and all that happens is that he moves toward his twin and bumps lightly into him. Oops.. he thinks after using the wrong muscles. Finally, after thinking for several moments or finding his eyes with his mind, his eyes open, and my the sight that is, literally.
As soon as the light of.. day, hits his eyes, a smile of equal intensity shines on his face. "See Bootiful!" he says, trying to communicate his joy. "See Bootiful! See Bootiful!" he shouts as he hops up and down, making a cute sloshing noise as his body jiggles back and forth. He looks at his twin. "Hewwo.." he says shyly, realizing how loud and annoying he must have been. He remains quiet as he waits for the others to decide the next course of actions, as he doesnt have much to say, because..they just continue speaking, but Aster doesn't understand.. |
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 22:58:29 GMT -6
Shinji looked around waiting for the explanation of what play even was... He blinked a few times when he noticed something odd, maybe another digimon? creeping up on the one who hurried him to hatch. The creature attacked the metal digimon and the metal digimon shouted in panic help. His mind coordinated help as a sort of game. How to help though? Was he to bite the other one that bit the metal digimon? He made his way to bit the one that bit the metal digimon? He debated on taking action to do so, but noticing his brother he decided to experience the world with him instead.
He did not understand what the word "bootiful" meant and tried not to understand it. He was just so happy to finally meet his otherself, even if something did not feel right. "hewwo" he spoke to his twin with a goody smile... As annoying as his brother may have been, Shinji still felt proud to be related... There was just something that did not feel right, something that every time Shinji tried to figure it out the information went away. As time passes with his brother Shinji would quickly learn what it was that seemed to escape him.
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Post by Ginger on Jun 8, 2014 19:32:59 GMT -6
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