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Who: Machi [OPEN LIKE AN OPEN THING]
What: Walking through the park
When: October 31st, 2009, morning
Where: Tetha, Tetha Park
It had taken three days for Machi to wake up after her sudden explosion of digisoul - it wasn't Zearth, as she'd come to hear later, she was safe from that. Another week for her to be able to walk around on her own. She had expended a lot of energy with the attack, and the EMH droid had given her quite an earful about being more careful. She'd moved around the clinic in a wheelchair during that time, and then once again began to walk.
Now, on the morning of October 31st, nearly two weeks after the world-wide invasions, she was out for...well, a walk.
Lalamon told her the village was going to start rebuilding - there were more survivors than they'd originally thought, but it would take a lot of time. Talks of a statue of Shadramon had been in the works, and the Tamers and their partners would be hailed as heroes.
She wondered just how long that would last. Not very, I bet.
Cynicism came naturally at times. She found it was easier to accept it. Her walk slowed to a brief stop and she murmured, "...why did it look like Zearth? I never even..."
No, enough thinking of that.
The fact that she still was unable to recall her forgotten memories floated to the top of her mind.
This was turning out to be a fine Halloween, wasn't it?
What: Walking through the park
When: October 31st, 2009, morning
Where: Tetha, Tetha Park
It had taken three days for Machi to wake up after her sudden explosion of digisoul - it wasn't Zearth, as she'd come to hear later, she was safe from that. Another week for her to be able to walk around on her own. She had expended a lot of energy with the attack, and the EMH droid had given her quite an earful about being more careful. She'd moved around the clinic in a wheelchair during that time, and then once again began to walk.
Now, on the morning of October 31st, nearly two weeks after the world-wide invasions, she was out for...well, a walk.
Lalamon told her the village was going to start rebuilding - there were more survivors than they'd originally thought, but it would take a lot of time. Talks of a statue of Shadramon had been in the works, and the Tamers and their partners would be hailed as heroes.
She wondered just how long that would last. Not very, I bet.
Cynicism came naturally at times. She found it was easier to accept it. Her walk slowed to a brief stop and she murmured, "...why did it look like Zearth? I never even..."
No, enough thinking of that.
The fact that she still was unable to recall her forgotten memories floated to the top of her mind.
This was turning out to be a fine Halloween, wasn't it?