Post by Blight on May 2, 2016 20:15:01 GMT -5
All of the shit going on had him reeling more than he was used to. For a guy who wasn't typically rustled, he could feel himself getting scurvy. The salt was real. It wasn't like he was experiencing run-of-the mill table salt, either. This feeling was like the Dead Sea of salt baths, and it was beginning to fuck him up. Everything seemed to point in one direction: the Mark. He still wasn't sure how he'd gotten it.
Blight had replayed the situation in his head a million times. Was it his Life Steal attack that had absorbed his affliction? Was it SkullGreymon's presence alone? Obviously, he was being played. There was no doubt that someone orchestrated the assault on Triton for the express purpose of infecting those that intervened. Sadly, he was one of those poor bastards. There were at least half a dozen other Digimon that day. Most, if not all of them, had human partners. Was this ominous foe trying to tear them apart? The weird thing about the Mark was that it didn't exactly feel wrong. His anger, his frustration...it felt justified, as if the bitterness had found a reason to settle. He'd never been to keen on Digidestined kids after his foray into Dark Digivolution, but he used to be able to keep that shit to himself. Now, it was hard to remain hands-off. Considering his data was already screwy as hell, he had a hard time reconciling that he had this Mark in the first place. Wasn't he supposed to be immune to this kind of shit? Yes, his suspicions were confirmed. There was definitely a Big Bad roaming the Digital World.
Blight paused and looked over the crest of the glacier. It was a beautiful night. Eerily still. He could spot the aurora writhing gently across an indigo sky. If he looked close enough, he felt as though he could see the Real World in its rainbow. A bit entrancing, to say the least. He would probably find himself lost in its beauty for hours if it weren't for the cold. Despite the frigid temperatures, he only felt the numbness creeping up on the soles of his feet. For the most part, the gentle glow of radiation from his body kept him abnormally warm. Maybe he was better suited for a northern climate, if not a life of isolation in the ice floes.
'That's what I get for playing hero not once, but twice' he thought, continuing to stare into space. It wasn't entirely true that he'd gone into battle for noble purposes. Like, at all. Ever? He could say ever? In all honesty, he was bored most of the time. Bored of his stupid, partner-less life. What was there to look forward to anymore? Confronting his demons was painfully difficult now that his condition was beginning to worsen. He felt like he could snap at any moment.
'That's exactly what I need.'
Blight stepped forward, finding himself on the edge. He peered over the Net Ocean, whose span felt like it had no horizon. The small Digimon would open his arms for a moment just to feel the cold a little bit more, reminding him he was alive. By the time he turned around, something had lodged itself in the ground before him, peeking over a pile of snow. He'd find himself curious at first, creeping cautiously towards it. By the time he realized what it was, he had the object cradled in his hands. "A Digimental" he said quietly. Yes, this was definitely a relic from his past. More importantly, this was his excuse, his proverbial snap.
"Time to go out."
[EXIT]
Blight had replayed the situation in his head a million times. Was it his Life Steal attack that had absorbed his affliction? Was it SkullGreymon's presence alone? Obviously, he was being played. There was no doubt that someone orchestrated the assault on Triton for the express purpose of infecting those that intervened. Sadly, he was one of those poor bastards. There were at least half a dozen other Digimon that day. Most, if not all of them, had human partners. Was this ominous foe trying to tear them apart? The weird thing about the Mark was that it didn't exactly feel wrong. His anger, his frustration...it felt justified, as if the bitterness had found a reason to settle. He'd never been to keen on Digidestined kids after his foray into Dark Digivolution, but he used to be able to keep that shit to himself. Now, it was hard to remain hands-off. Considering his data was already screwy as hell, he had a hard time reconciling that he had this Mark in the first place. Wasn't he supposed to be immune to this kind of shit? Yes, his suspicions were confirmed. There was definitely a Big Bad roaming the Digital World.
Blight paused and looked over the crest of the glacier. It was a beautiful night. Eerily still. He could spot the aurora writhing gently across an indigo sky. If he looked close enough, he felt as though he could see the Real World in its rainbow. A bit entrancing, to say the least. He would probably find himself lost in its beauty for hours if it weren't for the cold. Despite the frigid temperatures, he only felt the numbness creeping up on the soles of his feet. For the most part, the gentle glow of radiation from his body kept him abnormally warm. Maybe he was better suited for a northern climate, if not a life of isolation in the ice floes.
'That's what I get for playing hero not once, but twice' he thought, continuing to stare into space. It wasn't entirely true that he'd gone into battle for noble purposes. Like, at all. Ever? He could say ever? In all honesty, he was bored most of the time. Bored of his stupid, partner-less life. What was there to look forward to anymore? Confronting his demons was painfully difficult now that his condition was beginning to worsen. He felt like he could snap at any moment.
'That's exactly what I need.'
Blight stepped forward, finding himself on the edge. He peered over the Net Ocean, whose span felt like it had no horizon. The small Digimon would open his arms for a moment just to feel the cold a little bit more, reminding him he was alive. By the time he turned around, something had lodged itself in the ground before him, peeking over a pile of snow. He'd find himself curious at first, creeping cautiously towards it. By the time he realized what it was, he had the object cradled in his hands. "A Digimental" he said quietly. Yes, this was definitely a relic from his past. More importantly, this was his excuse, his proverbial snap.
"Time to go out."
[EXIT]