Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-38113021-20190323232505/@comment-27070860-20190618202631

(oof a lot has happened)

(also forgive me for this block of text, I’ve noticed that I can’t keep anything short anymore e.e)

Monu stared at the ceremony unfolding before her. It was all so surprising, so emotional, so nerve-racking, but most of all, entertaining.

Monu, as a jammer that had been rejected by whatever higher power bestowed these ‘abilities’ onto it’s selected few, led a quite uninteresting life. Sure, yes, Diplacer beasts visited occasionally, often being the cause of too many casualties and too many problems. But Monu had grown accustom to it. Just as every other jammer had.

Monu was always evacuated away from the beasts along with the rest of the ‘un-chosen’, while those blessed with powers fought back. Monu knew she should be grateful. Scratch that, Monu was grateful. But it didn’t change the fact that the leopard felt a tad jealous and couldn’t keep her stomach from squeezing painfully every single time another friend of hers grew eight more tails or sprouted leaves from their head. Monu grew used to showing those friends a tight smile after their respected ceremonies, before watching them hitch a ride to some expensive training site and never seeing them again.

Monu shook her head, trying to clear it of worthless thoughts. ‘We’re here to watch a ceremony, Monu. This is no time to contemplate whatever it is you’re contemplating’ she tried telling herself.

The leopard watched as a few animals pranced around the stage, most of which presented as chosen ones, who were soon to go through some solid training. Monu watched as their faces twisted from frowns to grins, from uncertainty to tears of joy, tears of joy to uncertainty and so forth. She loved watching them. Oh, what she would give to see them in a few years.

She’d give anything to see how her old comrades look like now. Do Emi’s eyes still sparkle whenever she talks about how much she loves her mother’s cooking? Does she still remember how it tasted? Was Emi even alive right now? Was Oliver alive, was Jared alive? Was Jared, the class clown, stuffed down some Diplacer beast’s throat right now? Monu would never know.

The cat blinked a few times, before her eyes adjusted to whatever was happening before here. Ah- wasn’t that the eagle from before? The one who flew away a bit too early during the last ceremony. Yes, it was definitely that one.

She watched the statue’s eyes glow, and Monu added the eagle to the ever-growing number of successfully turned jammers that seemed to be growing with each following ceremony. What she didn’t expect was to see the eagle’s expression morph into pure terror.

Monu’s tail swayed back and forth as she stared at the eagle, wondering what it was thinking.

Monu wondered what it would be doing tomorrow. Slaving away with the other chosen ones until it inevitably dies? Monu felt her tail unconsciously curl around her hind leg.

Monu realised she didn’t really care, because tomorrow she’d be busy keeping her favourite rock warm, too busy to wonder whether or not Emi was lying around in some forest, all bare bones and rotting skin. Too busy to wonder how long it will take until that eagle would be plucked out of the sky by pointy talons that would pull at its colourful feathers.

Monu didn’t feel guilty for sleeping on her favourite rock while she should be saving her lands from the beasts. Monu didn’t feel guilty at all. Not even one bit.

At least that’s what she tried telling herself as she continued staring at the eagle’s perplexed expression.