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Session 48

A beautiful mess

"Is everyone ready?"

The two humans and the ultimate digimon nod their heads.

"Wait! Can Jestery tell this story?" Jestery announced as Cora sighed.

"No." Cora answered and gave Jestery a glare. Sadly, this wasn't enough to prevent the jester from talking. Maybe they should have duct-taped her mouth instead.

"Anything but that! Jestery does not want the duct tape!"

Cora took another deep breath and smiled. Or would have, if Jestery hadn't decided to ignore to her.

"Our story begins like this…" Jestery explained as her partner thought back on it all.

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Cora Desaet sat in a chair, awaiting her possible fate within the white room designated as 'the waiting area'.

It was one thing to reassure oneself you did well enough to get the job, it was another to have some sort of indication that she had done well enough. For such a prestigious position, she had expected it to be even more cutthroat and unpredictable. Instead, every part of the process was designed to be as calming and zen as possible. While odd, it did seem to make this process much more enjoyable.

"Just a few more minutes." she thought and took a deep breath. Knowing what she did know now, the former scientist would have left and never came back. But like everyone else here, it was the one mistake that changed everything. It's funny how that works out.

"Cora Desaet?"

"Yes?!" Cora perked up and shifted forwards in her chair. A man poked his head through the door. He looked to be in his mid twenties, with a bunch of pale white hair and dressed in a light gray jumpsuit and shoes. Even then, the former scientist was pretty certain that her estimate was off by a whole lot. The man opened the door and allowed Cora inside.

Unlike the bland white room she had just left, the decorators had the decency to apply some olive green wallpaper to the walls and change out the dreadful carpet for some nice-looking oak hardwood floors. In the middle was a half-circle table with twelve people sitting there. Six sat on the left, one in the middle and five to the left.

"Now, now. Please take a seat." one of the figures whispered. It was possibly the weird figure of black mist seated among the people on the right, but Cora couldn't be that sure. She sat herself down in the vacant chair, finding it to be just as uncomfortable as the previous one. Not that complaining about it would really help her case at the moment.

"So, what would you like to ask me about?" Cora answered and attempted to focus on all twelve gazes at once.

"Not much." the silver haired man added and cracked a smile. "Just a few miscellaneous things."

Cora took another deep breath and smiled. While she wasn't out of the woods yet, it was a start.

"Are you ready?"

The former scientist nodded as everything went black.

When her vision finally did return, she found herself alone within a dark and mostly empty void. Other than herself, a large egg sat some distance away from her. Unlike the average chicken egg though, this one was decorated with orange and blue paint splotches. Occasionally, there was a little smudge of violet thrown in for good measure.

"Okay then." Cora whispered and slowly approached the egg, a feeling of familiarity coming forth and getting stronger with each step she took. By the time she had finally reached the egg the feeling had become some sort of deja-vu. But at the same time, that couldn't be. She had lived in the same house her entire life, with only the occasional trip to Adventureland or Ka'yona for special occasions. Usually, it was just holidays and birthdays with mom and grandma. Yet she found herself only able remember the big picture but not the close reading of events.

"What am I even doing?" Cora whispered and glanced down at herself. Gone was her casual outfit, having been replaced with the outfit of a french maid. "Oh wonderful, I guess god does have a sense of humor."

Cora then turned her gaze to the egg, possibly wondering when it would hatch. She placed her hand on it and took a step, watching as a crack formed and light bleeded out. The egg then exploded and littered the area with eggshell and particles of light. Yet, Cora wasn't focusing on that. Instead, she was focusing on the small body that laid in place of the egg. It appeared to be that of a newborn baby coated head-to-toe in white costume paint. Even then, it seemed to contrast with the baby's bluish violet eyes and slightly pink lips.

"Now, what should I name you?" Cora whispered and took a deep breath. There had to be an infinite amount of options what she could name the child, but one option kept coming up. "How about Jestery?"

The baby perked up and smiled. Cora could only guess that it liked the name she was given. With that, the craziest journey of her life began. Each day was it's own adventure. Whether it be trying to explain to the third-person speaking god why she couldn't have another cookie before dinner or trying to get a legitimate explanation for why a large pterodactyl made of bubbles was flying around within the void. In the end, it was all a mixed bag.

For all the times she had wanted to go back and change things, there were moments that made it worth it. Yet one thing never did seem to go away, not even after 3000 years. Why was she able to remember so much then, but almost unable to see anything before that point? Even with her time manipulation abilities, she could only review so much and go so far back. In the end, she always seemed to come back to the same place,

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"And that is how Jestery got stuck in here."

"That's it?" Vanessa whispered and turned her attention towards Jestery. "Then doesn't even answer my question!"

"What was your question then?" Jestery answered and cracked a wide smile. "After all, we were told by Aegiochusmon to just stall you."
Vanessa pulled her longswords out as a pair of butterfly swords appeared in Jestery's hands. As menacing as it sounded, the jester had used them for an arts and craft project. The pair of weapons had been sloppily covered in glitter, feathers, fabric and all sorts of glue with bells hanging from purple ribbon at the hilt. In a way, subtleness had jumped out of a window and committed suicide.

"Bring it, liars!" Vanessa slammed both of her longswords into the glass and watched as it shattered into a million tiny pieces. "I'll tear both you and your maid into a million pieces!"

Aaron shifted up from his chair and turned to face Vanessa.

"This isn't worth it." he whispered as his girlfriend ignores him. "Can't we all be friendly here?"

Cora's gaze then focused in on him, a confused look glazed upon it.

"You were expecting social skills?" Cora whispered as Aegiochusmon entered the room. "I believing you're looking in the wrong place."

As much as Aaron wanted to follow this up with a just as useful question, the detective decided against it. Instead, he would just watch the fireworks play out.

With that truly deep thought out of the way, we return our attention back to Jestery and Vanessa.

Jestery Trick!

Jestery then flung both of her swords at her opponent, watching as the blades did the work for her. Only for Vanessa to charge towards to her and attempt to slash her into as many itty-bitty pieces as possible. While futile, it was an interesting strategy to use upon her opponent. She had probably had been saving it for Aegiochusmon. But he was probably long gone by this point, making his way to Polly and Chacha through some unrevealed portal. And so we take one last look at this beautiful mess, with not a care in the world.

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Elena Yuliana opens her eyes.

The cabin in Honessa she had been calling home was long gone now, having been replaced with a black void. She took a deep breath and made a quick examination of herself. While everything looked to be the same as before, Lily was nowhere to be found. Instead, she found the kid from the previous chapter gracing her with his presence.

"You're awake." the kid whispered as Elena focused upon him. "Have you forgotten me?"

"No." the gale corsair whispered and pulled her kris out. Out of all the people she could have ran into, it just had to be him. Figures...

Notes:

Yeah, this chapter is kind of a mess. But I'm fine with that. Not every chapter is going to be perfect.

Other than that, a lot of this was just setting up the next couple of arcs.

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Next Time: The past is a funny thing...