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The wandering Swordcarpenter? (Supes)
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Post by supesman on Oct 27, 2021 3:07:41 GMT
"Yea, I know. I never try to put up some kind of front with her. That wouldn't be very fair. I would always want her to be honest with me when things are hard so I always try to be honest with her in turn. Still though, I suppose it's only natural to wonder in just what way we're screwing up our kids for life." he said, laughing, stepping back to look at the completed bed frame. Even though it was made out of scrap wood and lumber it had turned out looking much more homey and hand made than slap dash and bootleg, which was a nice change of pace.
"Yea, I suppose we both did. I really need to get an analog watch for when I'm in the digital world. Not sure how much good it would do me with how much time is screwed around the bend here but still, it'd be something to try. I think we both just got into the zone. You sure you don't wanna tuck on inside for something to eat? I know you Digimon are big eaters and there's always a least SOMETHING I can offer here, sorta the point." He said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to point at the door before leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for her answer. He really didn't feel right letting her walk away without at least a full something and a bottle full of something to drink. She seemed like a fighter, he could relate to that and as a fellow fighter he also knew that it was a tough world out there and maybe something cold for the road would do her some good.
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Post by Alpha & Beta on Nov 6, 2021 10:29:18 GMT
Ciel didn't respond to the first thing Zack had said, she had to admit she wasn't fully honest with the twins but she had good reason to, then again she was pretty sure Alpha wasn't being totally honest with her either about where he came from. She supposed it was just something she'd have to figure out how to handle. "We can only do our best after all, It is quite a wonder though. Before my only worry was what was in front of me. Funny how life turns out." She shared a laugh as she backed up a bit to get a food view of it, the perfectionist part of her wanted to do more with it but it was serviceable.
"Indeed, the flow of time compared to the human world is quite odd, hence why I tend to never visit the human world. All I can recall is one day there is about seven over here." That sounded right to her, the human world was usually quite lost on Ciel. Mostly because she'd have to go there disarmed and she'd never wish to do that if she could help it. "Heh, I suppose I can stop in for a quick meal. If I am to continue my training I'll need as much strength as I can get." After Ciel said that she would walk over pulling the greatsword out of the ground before placing it back on her back once more. "So long as you do not mind I carry this, while it may sound strange I am far more comfortable with it then without." It reminded her of her old teacher, she really did need to visit her sometime again.
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Post by supesman on Nov 6, 2021 13:11:56 GMT
Zack couldn't help but simply nod along as Ciel explained the new worries that had been dropped in her lap what with her kids always being the first thing on her mind.
"I can't disagree with you there. Not for one second. One moment we're just normal folks...well, as normal as either of us could ever get and then before we know it we're having to control the little rascals as if we have any idea of what we're doing in the first place!" He said, laughing and walking over to the door. It was never locked, unless the weather was particularly bad it was never even closed. "Though of course I know my parents would say the same thing about raising my siblings and I, nothing you do can ever really prepare you for being a parent, I guess." He said, rolling his shoulders in a shrug as he leaned in the doorway as she went to go grasp her sword out of the ground, the edge not having dulled or dirtied for a second even after the harsh shove into the soil where she had left it.
"Hmm? Oh no, the sword's totally fine. I'd be a titanic kind of hypocrite if I didn't let other people walk in with their weapons considering I almost never take OFF my hard light boot if I can help it." He said, kicking up one of his feet onto the surface of one of the scavenged tables, patting the slot on the right hand side of the garment where he would slot in his digivice. "Besides the fact, asking digimon not to carry weapons would be more than a tad pointless when most digimon are weapons in and of themselves. I'm sure you could do plenty of damage even without that thing."
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Post by Alpha & Beta on Nov 14, 2021 19:58:40 GMT
Ciel couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he mentioned being normal folks. "Admirably I doubt I'd ever qualify for being normal for my species, Not many digimon of my kind wield weapons the same size they are." Thinking on it some didn't even have a sword, some ended up using guns like the Noir counterpart she knew of. "I can assure you wandering around and learning other fighting styles definitely did not prepare me for raising children, though as you said nothing does ever prepare you." She shared a shrug as she adjusted and made sure the sword on her back stayed on.
"Thank you, I do appreciate that. I find some are quite wary of these weapons, part of me understands but most digimon could do similar amounts of damage with no weapons. Fells a bit hypocritical" Ciel mentions agreeing with his point, he was right as well Ciel could still deal a lot of damage even without this sword. "Mhm, After all lifting something like this does require a lot of strength. I remember when I first started training with it. Could barely lift it off the ground. My instructor had a good solid laugh as I tried." With everything in place Ciel motioned for Zack to lead the way.
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Post by supesman on Nov 15, 2021 4:13:32 GMT
Zack gently shouldered the door open, whistling to himself as he looked around, his eyes constantly scanning to find knew little imperfections or improvements that could be made to the inside of the shelter. He knew he'd probably be dead before it was even half "finished" in his eyes. He'd tried his best to prepare for any need that might arise for the people who might come and go but god knows that that was a fool's errand in the first place.
"You can sit anywhere. I'm just gonna take a look in the kitchen and see what we have. As much as I don't like the recognize it, the only realistic way to run a shelter like this for me right now is to keep the food options, cheap, plentiful and filling. Most digimon don't seem to care so long as the food is generally edible but I still worry about it all the same." He said, shrugging his shoulders as he made a sweeping gesture to the furniture around the room. Plenty of scavenged chairs and tables and some scrap wooden and metal parts Ciel could assume he was planning to use in making his own, something he would be much more successful in now with the tricks and pointers that she had put him on to.
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Post by Alpha & Beta on Nov 24, 2021 10:41:43 GMT
Ciel walked inside, her eyes naturally wandered around the place similar to Zack, there was definitely room for improvement on some parts but given what she had seen outside with the beds before her arrival it was still quite impressive, at least for a start. When told to sit anywhere she nodded. "I've never been quite picky so there's no worry there. I used to travel a lot so I'm used to making do with whatever is available."
Quickly and silently Ciel arranged the tables and chairs around for a moment to give it some little sense proper placement, at least enough so she could sit down well enough. With her hands on the table Ciel pulled her sleeves up revealing the metal gauntlets she wore, slowly she took both of them off placing them on the table. she spent a moment rolling her wrists around for a moment to get some feeling back in them. "Been too long since I've worn these, perhaps another adjustment is in order." With that said while Zack was away she'd spend her time checking them out for a moment, always best to make sure your gear is up the best condition.
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Post by supesman on Nov 24, 2021 17:35:40 GMT
The hissing click of a stove turning on and the bubbling of something placed over the flames were the first sounds that she heard coming from the inside of that kitchen, The light blonde hair of her host the only thing peaking out through the gap in the dividing wall between the kitchen and the seating area.
"You know I wonder if that sort of thing is healthy for people like us." He said, speaking without looking up from his work on the stove, working on whatever it was he planned to serve to his guest. "I always keep my costume somewhere really close at hand, you have those gauntlets on for so long that you need to flex some feeling back into your wrists. I really do wonder if being so ready for action that the instruments of that action basically become a part of us...well, I just wonder how good that is for somebody." he said, half idly musing to himself as he watched the food in front of him cook, half reaching out to his conversation partner in the sitting room so that she wouldn't feel forgotten as he worked on the food that was making savory smells dance in the air.
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Post by Alpha & Beta on Nov 28, 2021 0:07:56 GMT
Ciel heard what Zack had to say, fixing his costume and her repairing her gauntlets, it was a valid point she never took the time to think about. "I can't say for sure, though healthy or not it doesn't matter to me." She said putting down one gauntlet and raising the other to her eye level. "At least for me these are not just a part of me, they're proof of my connection. My bond with the ones who helped me, guided me, taught me and even assisted me in forming these. Such a simple tool but to me this is something I could never be without." Ciel mentioned looking at the Gauntlets.
"Each weapon I craft, each one I hold in my hands reminds me of them, even if some have passed away in time so long as I keep these close they'll always be with me, no matter what." With that Ciel let out a small chuckle before adding. "If that is wrong, I care not for being right. I'll choose what's right for me, no exceptions." She wasn't the type to care about what others thought, this is the path she picked. She was going to see it through to the end. Regardless of what that end was.
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Post by supesman on Nov 28, 2021 4:16:08 GMT
Zack paused at Ciel's mention of remembering the people who have passed on. Remembering them through her works and her actions. He peaked out over the edge between the kitchen and the sitting area, catching sight of his helmet laying freshly polished and ready on the folded rest of his costume, seeing the way that it's purple gritted visor caught the sunlight. He smiled, nodding.
"I can't disagree with you there. We all find our ways to make the world a better place than we found it right? Though it seems like your motivations are probably more...I dunno, mature than mine? I've always wanted to be a superhero, someone who can go out and do good while being more than just one idiot tackling bad guys head on. I like to think that I'm already making a difference, or that I have already made a difference I should say. Though I suppose that's one of those things that you only know for sure when all is said and done. Knowing the kind of lives we lead "when all is said and done" can only really mean one thing, right? Eventually, I mean." He let the air get quiet again, focusing on the meal in front of him. The sound of hissing liquids and rising heat in the air filling in the dead air.
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Post by Alpha & Beta on Dec 1, 2021 8:16:22 GMT
When Zack mentioned her motivations being more mature then his Ciel simply chuckled. "Maturity has nothing to do with it, this is simply the way I choose to live, were it mature or immature matters not. though you are correct. The future will eventually decide if our actions made a difference or not. It's simply up to use to do what we can with what life we have." Though Ciel seemed to pause after that before mentioning something else.
"It's funny, you remind me of a digimon I met a long time ago. Just like you he wished to become a hero and he did, he became somewhat of a legend, The red eyed hero Jes. I had talked to him in length quite a lot and I suppose his reasons were similar to yours. All he wanted to do in the world was good, help those who can't help themselves. Redeem the unredeemable. He was a simple but powerful fellow, simply wished to save all he could see. A simple wish but one I greatly resonated with." Ciel was definitely smiling at the memory but someone observant would notice a bit of pain as she talked about this.
"Sadly he's no longer with us, but I've promises I need to keep for him. Sorry I don't mean to talk too much, I've nary the chance I've been so busy lately." Ciel let out a small laugh, she didn't expect to be talking this humans ear off. Must've just been feeling nostalgic after seeing her old teacher.
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Post by supesman on Dec 1, 2021 21:44:34 GMT
"Ciel. My friend...this is a shelter. Or hadn't you noticed?" he said, stepping away from the oven and shoving the door open with his hip, carrying in a piping hot plate of Salisbury steak and mashed potatoes, setting the lion's share for the plates in front of his new friends and setting only a human sized portion in front of himself. "What kind of operation do you think I would be running if people weren't welcome to come in, sit down and talk until they felt better. it's good for you, you know, to get the inside thoughts on the outside." He said, pouring her a tall icy glass of water from a pitcher he had al brought out with him. he considered her story for a long moment, smiling and making sure that she knew he was listening before he responded.
"I don't know if being a "legend" is really important to me. I mean it probably wasn't all that important to him when he started. Heroes don't do what they do for the recognition after all. But letting myself become someone or something that people can hold onto? becoming a totem that might allow the small and picked on to pick themselves up and send the bullies packing every once in a while? Yea. I suppose I could feel proud of that in the end." He said, pouring himself a misty glass of ice water, hoisting up the plastic drinking cup he ha deserved it in. "A toast then, to the choices we've made. May they be the right ones when we're both six feet under."
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Post by Alpha & Beta on Dec 21, 2021 12:15:53 GMT
To get the inside thoughts on the outside huh, boy if only this human knew about the thoughts Ciel had locked away right now. "I've never been one to shy away from telling those my thoughts suppose I just find it a tad odd to speak to a human, I've nary the chance to talk to your kind, the few I have talked to though have been nice enough." Ciel took a quick drink, definitely nice after the training she had been through today.
"Oh believe me, when I told him the legend surrounding him he had the most surprised look in his eyes, wouldn't believe me for a good while after I told him. Being known wasn't important to him in the slightest, he just simply wanted to make the world a better place, giving everything he was to make it so." Ciel seemed a bit downcast on the next part though. "In fact that so called 'legend' has done far more harm then good." Ciel didn't elaborate on that part though and simply returned the toast. "History shall decide if we were right or not I suppose.
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Post by supesman on Dec 21, 2021 14:49:09 GMT
"There is nothing more dangerous than making a man out to be more than he was, is or shall be," Zack said, nodding along with Ciel's appraisal. "When you promote something as fallible as a man to heights that they can never actually maintain, when you contend that they're more than the flawed creatures that people are at the end of the day you end up getting into trouble." he agrees, seeing almost instantly how the elevation of someone with distinct but human ambitions of improving the world into some kind of legendary icon could turn into a real problem in the end.
"Oh trust me, humans are whackjobs and I am no exception to that rule. I'm just, yknow, a nice, welcoming whackjob who generally only lets my craziness hurt the people who deserve it. Such as it is, anyway." He said, pausing to stuff a forkful of food into his cheek. "Sometimes I wonder if the worlds weren't swapped somehow. Illogical, crazy humans for the illogical, crazy digital world and logical, data constructed digimon for the logical, data constructed human world. Would make as much sense as anything, really."
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Post by Alpha & Beta on Jan 2, 2022 21:10:02 GMT
Ciel held a downcast look as he mentioned being promoted as more then he was, that pretty much described the situation at hand perfectly, looking towards him willing to go through whatever just to reach a digimon that at the end of the day was simply one mon, a strong one but one all the same. "Sadly it's not him who must be burdened by such ideals but his children, forced to deal with a world that has already made claims to their future. Though they resist and I shall assist them. However I can."
She didn't have much of a comment on humans being whackjobs, though she felt she must add. "Please, compared to some of the digimon I've encountered you'd barely pass for inane, much less a whackjob as you call it." The swapped words idea simply made Ciel shrug as she took a drink. "I assure you, there are many here you'd scarcely consider logical, both worlds have merits all their own. Though I must admit it would be quite odd to find the worlds had been swapped. It was an interesting thought but Ciel was sure of her own world, least she thought she was.
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Post by supesman on Jan 3, 2022 15:17:27 GMT
"I...worry about the world I'm leaving behind for my child. She's out at the fabric market right now, hobbies yknow? Keeps us all sane." He said, spinning his fork around near his temple to pantomime a common physical expression of insanity in someone. "She works so hard and she never complains, well, she never complains about anything important anyway and sometimes I lay awake at night and I wonder if I've saddled her with an expectation she neither wanted nor can feasibly hold. Like...sometimes it seems more logical that she was meant to be the daughter of a tailor not a would be vigilante." he said, gesturing over his shoulder with a flick of his fork to show off some of the things that his daughter had been working on to their guest.
Swatches and patterns lined the walls to one corner of the open dining area, a wide working desk with needles, yarn, thread and a sewing machine strewn about. Half completed shirts, socks and hats all over that showed a patience in work and an eye for the tactile beauty of the sewing art.
"She won't believe me when I tell her how good she is at it."
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