When Masaru woke up, his back felt stiff. It wasn't that surprising - sleeping on the ground tended to do that. The real surprise was actually that he was waking up at all - sometimes it could be hard to a good night's rest around Agumon, because the Digimon had the tendency to talk in his sleep
( ... )
Fayt's words echoed over upon themselves, an entreaty hopefully shouted against impending deletion. Starting at her fingertips and toes, Nel Zelpher's limbs had gradually started to glow yellow, separating into segments. Nel's character program was turning into bits of data, slowly fading away, and becoming nonexistent...
Nel hadn't really had time in the past to think of what being deleted might feel like, but she certainly didn't expect utter painlessness. It didn't even seem numb - it was nothing like what the rudimentary anesthesia in Aquaria provided, that dead weight that would creep up a limb. No, there was no weight here, just.. nothingness. Nothingness that crept up, up, and up... up until it reached her neck, her chin, her nose. One last prayer to Apris.
Deliver me...And all was black. Was this nonexistence? If it was, then how come she could think? How could she be aware? If she was indeed able to think, then it would logically follow that some part of her existed, regardless of deletion. Yet it remained
( ... )
Qwan reached out to them. Concentrate now. Artemis and Holly, take us home.
Artemis squeezed Holly’s hand tightly. They were as close as they could ever be. Their minds were one.
Artemis turned and stared at his friend with the blue eyes. Holly was staring back, and she was smiling.
“I remember,” she said aloud. “You saved me.”
Artemis smiled back. “It never happened,” he said.
And then their minds and bodies were split right down to the subatomic level and whisked across galaxies and millennia.“Sean? Sean?” The woman paused, as though wondering whether continuing was a good idea. “Young man,” The voice continued, a bit stern. “You’ve already missed breakfast-I think you’ve slept quite enough
( ... )
Artemis stopped dead for a moment. “W-was it the mafiya?”
“The mafia?”
“No, no, you stupid woman, the Russian mafiya! How did they die?!” Artemis shouted.
“It was a car accident…” The nurse said, looking down at Artemis with that same look of pity. “Your parents died, but the fire department arrived in time to save you. Your guardians noticed that you were not the same, and soon after realized that you were refusing to answer to your actual name or even admit that your parents were dead. And they sent you here.”
“A car accident? No, father and mother never drove a car-they would have had Butler or Juliet drive for them.”
“You guardians also noted that you have begun to create a fantasy world for you to live in-one where you are a criminal, and work with elves and fairies to save the world.”
That is my life! Not a story! Artemis’ mind began to process the information. Obviously this woman is mistaken. There has been some kind of error. Did I re-enter into this ill-fated couple’s car, and so they took me to be their son
( ... )
Rena hadn't meant to fall asleep, not with the mess of last evening. Somehow, sometime during her vigilant watch outside her father's room, the girl had dozed off. Naturally, she must have been exhausted; murder had the tendency to sap the strength of one in an instant.
And she had committed two.
Realization set in, and the girl snapped open her eyes. Rina-san... Teppei-san... Their bodies... She had intended to check on the condition of their corpses before dawn. From the light in her eyes and the state of her biological clock, however, dawn had long since passed. It was probably closer to lunchtime, which meant Rena had missed the first half of school. A fact she had to remedy before wondering minds inquired; her friends knew it wasn't like her to miss school.
Her next course of action was to struggle out of the bedsheets and ready herself for the day ahead. Only, as Rena caught a clearer glimpse of her surroundings, she found something--everything very out of place. The color was too glaringly absent, the furnishings too bare (
( ... )
Guy had always been a morning person, so waking up feeling groggy was the first thing that informed him that something was off. He was used to having the rising sun wake him up, so he could get a jump start on his day. At one time, that would have involved doing the morning chores and then forcing young Master Luke out of bed, but so much had changed since then.
There was no sun to wake him now, and after a yawn (he still had the presence of mind to cover his mouth), he slowly opened his eyes.
I've been captured. The thought struck him like a ton of rocks, or conversely, like one of Peony's particularly large rappigs deciding it wanted to tackle him
( ... )
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Fayt's words echoed over upon themselves, an entreaty hopefully shouted against impending deletion. Starting at her fingertips and toes, Nel Zelpher's limbs had gradually started to glow yellow, separating into segments. Nel's character program was turning into bits of data, slowly fading away, and becoming nonexistent...
Nel hadn't really had time in the past to think of what being deleted might feel like, but she certainly didn't expect utter painlessness. It didn't even seem numb - it was nothing like what the rudimentary anesthesia in Aquaria provided, that dead weight that would creep up a limb. No, there was no weight here, just.. nothingness. Nothingness that crept up, up, and up... up until it reached her neck, her chin, her nose. One last prayer to Apris.
Deliver me...And all was black. Was this nonexistence? If it was, then how come she could think? How could she be aware? If she was indeed able to think, then it would logically follow that some part of her existed, regardless of deletion. Yet it remained ( ... )
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Artemis squeezed Holly’s hand tightly. They were as close as they could ever be. Their minds were one.
Artemis turned and stared at his friend with the blue eyes. Holly was staring back, and she was smiling.
“I remember,” she said aloud. “You saved me.”
Artemis smiled back. “It never happened,” he said.
And then their minds and bodies were split right down to the subatomic level and whisked across galaxies and millennia.“Sean? Sean?” The woman paused, as though wondering whether continuing was a good idea. “Young man,” The voice continued, a bit stern. “You’ve already missed breakfast-I think you’ve slept quite enough ( ... )
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“The mafia?”
“No, no, you stupid woman, the Russian mafiya! How did they die?!” Artemis shouted.
“It was a car accident…” The nurse said, looking down at Artemis with that same look of pity. “Your parents died, but the fire department arrived in time to save you. Your guardians noticed that you were not the same, and soon after realized that you were refusing to answer to your actual name or even admit that your parents were dead. And they sent you here.”
“A car accident? No, father and mother never drove a car-they would have had Butler or Juliet drive for them.”
“You guardians also noted that you have begun to create a fantasy world for you to live in-one where you are a criminal, and work with elves and fairies to save the world.”
That is my life! Not a story! Artemis’ mind began to process the information. Obviously this woman is mistaken. There has been some kind of error. Did I re-enter into this ill-fated couple’s car, and so they took me to be their son ( ... )
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And she had committed two.
Realization set in, and the girl snapped open her eyes. Rina-san... Teppei-san... Their bodies... She had intended to check on the condition of their corpses before dawn. From the light in her eyes and the state of her biological clock, however, dawn had long since passed. It was probably closer to lunchtime, which meant Rena had missed the first half of school. A fact she had to remedy before wondering minds inquired; her friends knew it wasn't like her to miss school.
Her next course of action was to struggle out of the bedsheets and ready herself for the day ahead. Only, as Rena caught a clearer glimpse of her surroundings, she found something--everything very out of place. The color was too glaringly absent, the furnishings too bare ( ( ... )
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There was no sun to wake him now, and after a yawn (he still had the presence of mind to cover his mouth), he slowly opened his eyes.
I've been captured. The thought struck him like a ton of rocks, or conversely, like one of Peony's particularly large rappigs deciding it wanted to tackle him ( ... )
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