You Want Me To... What?
WHO: Ken, Duck
WHERE: the Park
WHEN: Tuesday Evening, several hours after Ken’s VERY BAD DAY
WARNINGS: Angst, Dance number!
SUMMARY: Mytho suggested Ken come to Princess Tutu for help. But after a hellish month, the former Digimon Kaiser is more than a little skeptical.
FORMAT: Short Paragraph
SOUNDTRACK: Shostakovich - Ballet Suite No. 4
Ken sat near the edge of the park breathing in slow, deep breaths. His eyes tightly closed as he tried to remember some of the meditation techniques that Sabrina had taught him. Anything to keep the feeling of cold dread and anger that was slowly building in him under control. Being attacked by Wormmon of all people was the last straw. He slowly bowed his head forward as he fumed a dark look in his eyes. He knew he was close to losing it very soon.
Paranoia, anger, depression… a veritable smorgasbord of unpleasant thoughts were dancing through his head. He knew had to get fixed but… frankly he had developed something of a fear other people tampering with his mind. If a creature as gentle as his Digimon could be turned against him just who could he trust?
Still Ken had felt an odd sense of kinship the Prince who had such a similar history of facing personal darkness in the park. So perhaps Mytho was right in seeking this Princess Tutu at the park. How he was going to find her was going to be another matter. He titled his head giving a curious “hmmm?” as he heard footsteps nearby.
WHERE: the Park
WHEN: Tuesday Evening, several hours after Ken’s VERY BAD DAY
WARNINGS: Angst, Dance number!
SUMMARY: Mytho suggested Ken come to Princess Tutu for help. But after a hellish month, the former Digimon Kaiser is more than a little skeptical.
FORMAT: Short Paragraph
SOUNDTRACK: Shostakovich - Ballet Suite No. 4
Ken sat near the edge of the park breathing in slow, deep breaths. His eyes tightly closed as he tried to remember some of the meditation techniques that Sabrina had taught him. Anything to keep the feeling of cold dread and anger that was slowly building in him under control. Being attacked by Wormmon of all people was the last straw. He slowly bowed his head forward as he fumed a dark look in his eyes. He knew he was close to losing it very soon.
Paranoia, anger, depression… a veritable smorgasbord of unpleasant thoughts were dancing through his head. He knew had to get fixed but… frankly he had developed something of a fear other people tampering with his mind. If a creature as gentle as his Digimon could be turned against him just who could he trust?
Still Ken had felt an odd sense of kinship the Prince who had such a similar history of facing personal darkness in the park. So perhaps Mytho was right in seeking this Princess Tutu at the park. How he was going to find her was going to be another matter. He titled his head giving a curious “hmmm?” as he heard footsteps nearby.