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themainframe2014-01-18 10:03 pm
proveyourmetal) wrote in themainframe2014-01-18 10:03 pm
[Video // Second Transformation]
[For all you night owls out there, Vanguard decides that now (just five minutes past midnight in an abandoned house at the edge of HospiTown) is the perfect time to voice his displeasure.:]
As you are all my witness, there is nothing here, there's no such things as ghosts, and if this rickety old house comes crashing down on our heads, it's Bumblebee's fault.
[Bumblebee shines his flashlight back at Vanguard and the D-terminal with an amused smile, Vanguard gives an indignant scoff.]
I'm not scared. I'm annoyed
[Bumblebee laughs silently, patting Vanguard as he moves past. Vanguard murmurs irately and paws his impeccably groomed mane back into place. Ghosts may not exist, but Digimon ghost types certainly exist. Even the small ones are a pain to deal with, dispatched with a good fireball. But the higher level ones? Best to stay away from those altogether.]
Can we just go now?
[Bee sighs. Fine, they can head home, if that's what he wants. Of course, that's when the camera catches a glimpse of something: moonlight pouring in from a window flickers on the wall behind him, like a shadow dashing across the light. Floorboards in the distance give off a terrible groan, wood creaking under something's weight. The orb of light from Bumblebee's flashlight creeps down the long, dark corridor. The beam hardly penetrates the stifling darkness to reveal a room at the end of the hallway, its door half fallen off its hinges.]
[The D-terminal's camera starts to shake from unsteady hands. And as camera focuses, two slivers of light stare back at them. Soft mumbling carries down the hallway as the D-terminal's shaking intensifies.]
[Bumblebee, stricken more with curiosity and wariness than fear, takes a tentative step forward. Bewildered, Vanguard snatches Bumblebee's sleeve]
What're you doing-!?
[As if in response to the noise, the two slivers of eyes disappear into the dark. A voice that is neither Bumblebee's nor Vanguard's hisses vehemently right next to the D-terminal:]
-can't take it from me!
[The inhuman noise that comes from Vanguard is so panicked and high pitched, it's practically comical. His flailing knocks the flashlight from Bee's hand, and the D-Terminal goes sailing with it. Both hit the ground with a clatter.]
[The last thing the feed picks up is the sound of rapid footsteps in the dark. The feed cuts.]
As you are all my witness, there is nothing here, there's no such things as ghosts, and if this rickety old house comes crashing down on our heads, it's Bumblebee's fault.
[Bumblebee shines his flashlight back at Vanguard and the D-terminal with an amused smile, Vanguard gives an indignant scoff.]
I'm not scared. I'm annoyed
[Bumblebee laughs silently, patting Vanguard as he moves past. Vanguard murmurs irately and paws his impeccably groomed mane back into place. Ghosts may not exist, but Digimon ghost types certainly exist. Even the small ones are a pain to deal with, dispatched with a good fireball. But the higher level ones? Best to stay away from those altogether.]
Can we just go now?
[Bee sighs. Fine, they can head home, if that's what he wants. Of course, that's when the camera catches a glimpse of something: moonlight pouring in from a window flickers on the wall behind him, like a shadow dashing across the light. Floorboards in the distance give off a terrible groan, wood creaking under something's weight. The orb of light from Bumblebee's flashlight creeps down the long, dark corridor. The beam hardly penetrates the stifling darkness to reveal a room at the end of the hallway, its door half fallen off its hinges.]
[The D-terminal's camera starts to shake from unsteady hands. And as camera focuses, two slivers of light stare back at them. Soft mumbling carries down the hallway as the D-terminal's shaking intensifies.]
[Bumblebee, stricken more with curiosity and wariness than fear, takes a tentative step forward. Bewildered, Vanguard snatches Bumblebee's sleeve]
What're you doing-!?
[As if in response to the noise, the two slivers of eyes disappear into the dark. A voice that is neither Bumblebee's nor Vanguard's hisses vehemently right next to the D-terminal:]
-can't take it from me!
[The inhuman noise that comes from Vanguard is so panicked and high pitched, it's practically comical. His flailing knocks the flashlight from Bee's hand, and the D-Terminal goes sailing with it. Both hit the ground with a clatter.]
[The last thing the feed picks up is the sound of rapid footsteps in the dark. The feed cuts.]
Video
Bumblebee, are you alright?! What is happening?
[text]
We're all right. Just had a scare.
I think it wants something.
[Video]
No, you must leave. That thing must be after you.
[Video]
Have you dealt with any ghost digimon before?
[Video]
...what is a ghost?
[Video]
Have you ever watched any human movies before?
[Video]
[He doesn't get out much, Bee.]
[Video]
Well, humans have a lot of apprehension about what happens to them after death. They're not like Cybertronians. They don't know where their spark goes after they offline.
If I had to explain what a ghost is? I'd say it's something like a 'spirit' or 'soul.' It's what's left behind.
Does that make any sense?
[Video]
[Leatherhead sounds completely surprised by it.]
[Video]
Yes, though I can't speak for other worlds.
For Cybertronians, our lives begin and end with the Allspark. It gives us life. And when when we perish, we return there too. There's a saying we have at home: 'Til all are one'
[He thinks carefully, much of what he knows is mostly spotty. Movies can only tell him so much too.]
As far as I know? Humans are different. Some people believe you just disappear. Other people believe strongly in an afterlife. Some people believe that the 'spirit' or the soul wanders the earth even after their body is gone. Especially if there are things left undone.
There are lots of human movies touch on this, and present spirits them as... scary, or fearful beings. For many people, that's what ghosts are.
[Video]
[He never considered what would happen after he died. He just figured if he died, that was the end, that's it.]
So this ghost...it had a life...but it is still here...
[It's a lot to take in.]
no subject
There's no telling if that's what these ghost digimon really are. I just don't know enough about this world yet. There's so much to learn.
What I do know for sure is that he's still here. And he needs help.
no subject
[But he'll stick to the important stuff now.]
But if it is already dead, why does it need help?
no subject
All I can make out is that it's missing something important. Something was taken from it a long time ago.
no subject
[This afterlife business sure got confusing. He wrung his hands, tilting his head as he mulled over his thoughts.]
...have you tried asking it?
no subject
A journal. It wants an old journal.
I offered to go get it, but he doesn't want me to leave.