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united_one2012-02-07 01:50 pm
negotiators) wrote in united_one2012-02-07 01:50 pm
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[He was beginning to wonder if this was a prank of Kaname Madoka's.]
[But it was an unlikely possibility to begin with. Madoka had saved him; Madoka, therefore, probably did not hold grudge or hatred towards him, and such emotion would obviously not manifest itself in the form of sending Kyuubey to such an absolutely ridiculous universe anyway. Pokemon? Stuck until the 'Entralink' was fixed? It would have been easier to believe if the old man had simply said "you're here because you deserve to rot in hell for betraying and deceiving us" - not that Kyuubey agreed - but this was no hell, at least according to the human definition of hell. This was more like limbo. Was he supposed to redeem himself now? Adjust to human living? Impossible. Preposterous, even, particularly in an environment where he was supposed to adhere to rules he had not encountered previously. And the lifeform he was given - was he supposed to be responsible for it? Care for it? There was no apparent purpose for doing so; better to return it whence it came. The situation was expecting too much of him. He had never attempted to grant a wish that was impossible without the power to make the impossible possible - but that seemed to be what the world was demanding of him. But more importantly, Kyuubey had been forgiven; Kyuubey had been saved.]
[So the only conclusion to be made was that this was not Madoka's work.]
[Which meant that this world operated on a different set of rules entirely, and the most logical course of action would have been to explore those rules... but in the midst of that thinking, he stumbled into his own dream.]
[A barren landscape if anything. Obviously. Incubators did not dream to begin with. It simply paralleled one he had been in countless times before. He was lying face-up on the wreckage of a fallen building, arms outstretched, staring at the apocalyptic sky.]
— a pointless change of scenery. This is still the same world, isn't it?
[But it was an unlikely possibility to begin with. Madoka had saved him; Madoka, therefore, probably did not hold grudge or hatred towards him, and such emotion would obviously not manifest itself in the form of sending Kyuubey to such an absolutely ridiculous universe anyway. Pokemon? Stuck until the 'Entralink' was fixed? It would have been easier to believe if the old man had simply said "you're here because you deserve to rot in hell for betraying and deceiving us" - not that Kyuubey agreed - but this was no hell, at least according to the human definition of hell. This was more like limbo. Was he supposed to redeem himself now? Adjust to human living? Impossible. Preposterous, even, particularly in an environment where he was supposed to adhere to rules he had not encountered previously. And the lifeform he was given - was he supposed to be responsible for it? Care for it? There was no apparent purpose for doing so; better to return it whence it came. The situation was expecting too much of him. He had never attempted to grant a wish that was impossible without the power to make the impossible possible - but that seemed to be what the world was demanding of him. But more importantly, Kyuubey had been forgiven; Kyuubey had been saved.]
[So the only conclusion to be made was that this was not Madoka's work.]
[Which meant that this world operated on a different set of rules entirely, and the most logical course of action would have been to explore those rules... but in the midst of that thinking, he stumbled into his own dream.]
[A barren landscape if anything. Obviously. Incubators did not dream to begin with. It simply paralleled one he had been in countless times before. He was lying face-up on the wreckage of a fallen building, arms outstretched, staring at the apocalyptic sky.]
— a pointless change of scenery. This is still the same world, isn't it?
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Suddenly, a young boy ends up entering this dream as well, in a most unorthodox fashion. Unless Kyuubey could have seen the alien holding onto him before, it just seems as if he's appearing out of nowhere, seemingly held up by nothing in the air before suddenly being let go and falling onto one of the nearly submerged piles of rubble nearby. He barely manages to hang onto it, before looking up at said alien with a look of irritation.
"Sorry, kiddo, I couldn't hold on much longer at that rate." Could Kyuubey even hear that response?
"It's fine, War-Rock, but a little warning next time?" And now he's actually getting a proper look at his surroundings.
"Eh?! Where are we now?!"
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He decides to answer the question.
"Physically? A destroyed city." He opens his eyes again, watching the dying sun. "Mentally - I'd call it more of a memory than anything."
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"A memory?"
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Kyuubey considers the air for a moment, eyes flickering blindly over the area the boy was floating in only moments before. "You have a companion, don't you?" he asks quietly. There's a displacement of energy he can't quite identify, but the fact that he can't see it indicates wave energy - not mechanical, so the second most likely possibility is electromagnetic. A sentient being consisting of charged particles? "Identify yourself."
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He shouldn't be as surprised as he is, now that he thinks about it. First Rocky, then that Astral fellow (what happened to him, anyway), and now this mysterious person can apparently see-or at least sense him-as well.
"The name's War-Rock. Who are you, then?"
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A result of his adopting human form. A mistake, in retrospect. Other forms have better advantages, but now Kyuubey's stuck in this one. Still, of all the forms, it's decidedly the most comfortable - and naturally, appearing to be human leads more humans to ask less questions about him.
"War-Rock. I see." Gazing at the strip of land where Subaru and War-Rock are, Kyuubey gets up from his position on the ground and walks to the edge of his own. "You can call me Kyuubey."
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[And he walks to the edge of his own little mini-island.]
"So maybe this means where we were before was another dream...?"
"How'd we jump from one dream to another?"
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"I'm not the one to ask, Hoshikawa Subaru," he answers. "I've only just arrived in this world. To be quite honest, I have no knowledge of why I am here."
The ocean whirls beneath them, deep and condemning as the pits of damnation themselves. "But I know this place."
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"How'd you do that?!"
Subaru has something else to focus on.
"So this is from your memory? We're inside it?"
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He neglects to address War-Rock's question in favor of something more pressing. "Can you make yourself visible, War-Rock?"
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Meanwhile, Subaru's looking down in the water, almost contemplatively. What a terrible memory...
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This presses on Kyuubey's conscience for only one reason -- that War-Rock could be very effective for surveillance, and while Kyuubey has nothing to hide, he certainly has nothing to show, either. But he's confident enough that he can detect the telltale wave disturbance of such a being, and so drops the subject.
"Can you give me information about this world, Hoshikawa Subaru?" Kyuubey looks him in the eyes directly. "Not of the memory we are locked in, but the world outside."
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"That Astral guy said that it was a mix of places he knew about. Maybe we were in his memory too!"
Sorry, Kyuubey, they've been here barely a day longer than you.
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Not much else he could expect out of an average human boy.
"At least that much is consistent," he reasons aloud, considering the various possibilities. "Therefore, we should accept the explanation at the Entralink to be the truth, or at least a fabrication thereof that this world wishes its inhabitants to believe. Wouldn't you agree?"
"And... you also received a being known as a Pokemon, correct?"
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okay no i can't html after all
He took several steps down the incline of the land strip. "But I suppose this memory is not conducive to idle chatter. Something less desolate, then." The scenery changes - torn wires and shattered concrete giving way to make room for wood support beams and glass windows, until the surroundings are the perfect replica of a fairly well-built school - but in the absence of students and teachers, it is almost as lonely as the setting that preceded it.
"Is this more aesthetically pleasing?"
pft neither can I :|
i must contract someone to do it for me
"But it did happen."
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That vision of a destroyed world, it reminds him what he needs to prevent back home. How could he get back? His solemn thoughts are rather easy to read in his stance.
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Kyuubey's sure the vision of the world after Walpurgis had an effect on the boy. He'd seen more fragile humans cry over that sort of thing - but he had not known then what was expected of him in that sort of situation, and certainly had no knowledge of it now. The meaning of it was beyond him. Civilizations were often thus destroyed. It had occurred several times in human history; why did it continue to surprise them?
He decides, at the very least, to steer the conversation to more practical matters, things that he had more experience with. "There is nothing more for you here. If you'd like to continue your journey, or at the very least move to someone else's dream -" he indicates a left hallway with a nod of the head, putting his hands in the pockets of his hoodie - "the exit of this school is just down this passage. You won't miss it."
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"Farewell, Subaru. Farewell, War-Rock. It's more than likely that we'll meet again."
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"Yeah, see ya!"
And then the two start heading in the direction that Kyuubey has indicated. At least they don't have to fly out of the dream again.