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Way of the Monkey(Spirit Hunt)(Supes)
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Post by supesman on Nov 18, 2021 3:59:36 GMT
Zack leaned forward, placing his chin in his hands, looking down at the surface of the table where Marigold was "hiding". he alternated his quick, sarcastic glances from the surface of that table to Stacy's gaze, as if trying to draw her attention to just how ridiculous this really was. She couldn't be stealthy if she was sneaking up on someone otherwise occupied by the noise of a hurricane full of pots and pans, just the act of trying made her feel so damn proud of herself that she was giving away the whole game with her guffawing, like a child playing hide and seek sticking their head behind a lampshade thinking that if they couldn't see the seeker than the seeker couldn't see them.
He held up one finger toward Stacy, reaching gingerly forward and moving through the pile of what was left of the granola bars. He lifted one up and turned the label towards her so she could read "Honeynut" written across it in golden letters. He began mouthing words voicelessly and silently to Stacy.
"Another fun fact? She's still a bee." He said, pulling open the top of the bar with one hand. Marigold froze under the table, catching the scent of the sweet golden ichor. Stacy could see one of her eyes from where she sat, Marigold's pupil expanding over most of her eyes like a cat being offered catnip. She buzzed, vibrating slightly in place. With a shrug Zack tossed the bar over his shoulder. Marigold zipping out at a blur with a literal NYOOM sound filling the air, chasing the bar so fast that she rammed into the bottom of the wall behind Zack's seat with a heavy THUNK.
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Post by ricochet-Stacy on Nov 18, 2021 4:15:15 GMT
Stacy looked back down at Marigold watching her for awhile as she noisily tried to sneak. Stacy, however, had long ago learned that such stealth needed to be as silent as possible which was why she could basically move in ones' blind spot without being noticed for awhile. Unfortunately it seemed young Marigold hadn't yet mastered stealth. Oh well maybe one day she would.
Zack then indicated the honeynut granola bar on the table that somehow escaped the grasp of Marigold's mandibles. Yes, though she was a digimon she was still a bee and that meant she would be wanting that granola bar if it was opened. Zack then opened the granola bar and Marigold froze with widening eyes and buzzing. It seemed the scent of the honey had gotten her undivided attention. When Zack tossed the bar Marigold zipped after it in hot pursuit of the flying food only to crash into the wall behind Zack. Stacy flinched and said "Oof, that had to hurt."
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Post by supesman on Nov 18, 2021 20:52:26 GMT
"Hurt? Her?" he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder as if making sure that he had heard Stacy correctly and that they were both still talking about the same bee. He checked quickly over his shoulder, letting out a wry chuckle and then turned back to face Stacy. "You're perfectly fine, aren't you girl?" He said, talking to Marigold without looking at her again, confident that he already knew the answer to the question.
Marigold popped up from behind the couch with a comically quick motion, munching on the granola bar between her mandibles without using any of her limbs to hold onto it. The remaining wrapper from the bar had landed, slightly askew on the top of her head like a jaunty hat.
"Mmm-hmm! I caww ih!" She said, her mouth still totally full though after a moment Stacy realized that she was trying to say "I caught it" with a triumphant pump of her front right arm into the air as she enjoyed her prize.
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Post by ricochet-Stacy on Nov 18, 2021 23:24:41 GMT
Apparently Marigold was just fine as she soon popped back into sight wearing the granola bar wrapper on her head, which Stacy struggled not to burst into laughter at how hilariously adorable that was, and had the said bar in her mandible indicating she had caught her prey. She wasn't even using her arms to hold the food item in her grip either while she mentioned she had gotten the granola bar while it was still in her mouth. Stacy shook her head and chuckled at Marigold but didn't correct her about talking with her mouth full as it was not her job to do so.
"Wow and I thought I had a hard head but even I would of at least said ow after hitting the wall like that even if I didn't scream in pain. Maybe it's a digimon thing. They do tend to be much more durable than you or I, Zack. Believe me I've had to learn that the hard way from all the bruises I return with." Stacy said glad that she healed pretty quick since she spent a lot of time as a digimon seeing as she would regularly wonder the streets of Shibuya in her rookie form and no one batted an eye.
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Post by supesman on Nov 19, 2021 1:27:22 GMT
Marigold was indisposed for the moment, gnawing on the granola bar, sucking more and more of it with the clashing motion of her mandible jaws, making it vanish into the neat black hole she had instead of a mouth. She even made cute little "num, num, num" sounds as she sunk back below the line of sight from the back of the couch, curling up with her treat like a house pet, just totally enamored with her prize.
"Well I'm of two minds on that. On one hand, yea, digimon are totally superhuman compared to the way that people are for sure." He said, nodding, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back in his seat, chewing metaphorically on the next thing he was about to say. "On the other hand, Stacy, you gotta give her some credit for being her father's daughter. She's as hardheaded and impossible to stop as any regular digimon with my lack of common sense piled right on top. it's like putting an entire lava chocolate brownie on top of a triple chocolate sundae, absurdity, insanity and overkill to the highest degree. I mean, I can handle my battle scars." He said, lifting the lower hem of his shirt to show off the grotesque and gruesome scar that he had earned from picking a fight with a queen Flymon, grasping outward from the bottom right of his abs with purple and black colored limbs that branched off in sharp thorn like lines like the body of spiny seastar.
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Post by ricochet-Stacy on Nov 19, 2021 3:38:17 GMT
Stacy watched as Marigold was enjoying her treat the little bee even voicing with her adorable num, num, num sounds, Yeah that granola bar had no chance to be sure as Marigold vanished from sight with her snack. She sounded quite content for someone who had run into a wall merely a short time ago. It was as if it had never happened but Stacy wasn't going to question it.
"Judging by what I've seen of you two, you both seem to be hard headed to some degree. Luckily little Marigold has more common sense in battle that you do Zack, if only a little, so you both balance each other out. Then again I'm not one to judge you two so harshly as I can be irritatingly stubborn to some degree myself." Stacy said shortly before Zack lifted his shirt showing the grotesque scar earned from one of his other adventures. Stacy stared at the scar for a moment contemplating on what next to say before she said "Wow. That is one crazy battle scar. Something wild must of happened for you to have that. Sadly most of my scars are mental not the physical kind. This year has been a rough one."
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Post by supesman on Nov 19, 2021 14:29:23 GMT
"I...found Marigold's birth parents, in a way." Zack said, knowing that this was the kind of story that Stacy deserved to hear. She was a friend, it was only fair that he kept her in the loop about what was going on, especially when she really did seem to care about Marigold a great deal. "This house, it used to be under the control of this Flymon, set herself up as a Queen Bee. Dozens of FanBeemon underneath her, scavenging, stealing...predating on anything they could find. I kept a promise I'd made. The promise that I'd find the bastards who put my baby out in the cold." he said, giving Stacy a glimpse behind his eyes into something powerful and protective. It wasn't like his normal jovial self, not at all. It wasn't revenge, not simply that at least but the desire had been rooted in something white hot and impossible to ignore. "I wanted to give her a piece of my mind but seeing what she was actually DOING. Well, you know me. I can't leave well enough alone if something shady is going down. I sorta started a revolution." he said, shrugging at the absurd situation he'd found himself in, mercifully breaking the potent tension that his seriousness had brought. "They decided they didn't need her, she decided she didn't like that. Took a potshot at a friend who was travelling with us. I acted without thinking, got a stinger through my right hand side. Is Mandrake and Lothar hadn't shown up I'd be six feet under by now."
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Post by ricochet-Stacy on Nov 19, 2021 23:39:37 GMT
Stacy sat quietly listening to Zack's story and was surprised this shelter was once owned by Marigold's mom. Sure mom wouldn't be the proper term for that Flymon in her mind as what proper mother just abandons their babies to die like what happened with Marigold. Then a worse thought came to Stacy's mind which made her wonder if she did that to Marigold then how many other innocent babies were abandoned in such a fashion. Such a thought made her blood boil but at least, thanks to Zack's efforts, it sounded like Flymon wouldn't be a problem. That made Stacy feel much better that Marigold's parent got bit by her own bad karma in the end.
Sure she hadn't heard of this Mandrake or Lothar but apparently, judging by the scar she saw, he was likely impaled badly so it was safe to assume that one of those two had some kind of healing ability that allowed Zack to still be there. "Can't blame you for trying to protect someone from harm, Zack. To be honest if our roles were reversed I would of also been willing to take being impaled to protect another from harm. Lucky for both you and Marigold it seems at least one of those acquintances you mentioned had some kind of healing ability which is something many of my forms lack sadly."
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Post by supesman on Nov 20, 2021 22:47:26 GMT
"I'm glad YOU can't blame me for taking that particular shot because someone ELSE certainly has been..." he says, giving a comically over intense glare over his shoulder past the back edge of the couch down toward where Marigold was huddled, she finished the last of her treat before responding, hopping up so that she was hanging half on one side of the couch back and half on the other, straddling it like a kid, kicking her back feet in open air.
"I "blame" you for that still because I went through most of the stages of a mental breakdown while my only father was bleeding to death in my arms." She said, playfully obnoxious as she reached out and poked him in the cheek. Nothing between them ever stayed heavy for very long, the relationship that they shared was far too steeped in them ribbing and sarcastically flogging one another. Even when something emotionally draining or strung out occurred between them they elevated one another back toward a healthier mindset through that deadpan "heroic" humor that kept them quipping at one another a mile a minute.
"I...can't argue with that particular logic." He said, reaching out and pinching the front of her mandibles like he was pulling the old "got your nose" trick, blowing a raspberry at her before turning back to Stacy. "You're not wrong. It wasn't even the first time the two of them have saved my bacon, they remind me of you in that way. Good babysitters." he joked, winking and sticking out his tongue.
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Post by ricochet-Stacy on Nov 21, 2021 0:12:49 GMT
Stacy laughed at the interaction between father and daughter. Sure she had a rough year but their antics made her remember that life was not all that bad no matter who said other wise. Didn't hurt that those two had a habit of making her laugh even when she wasn't in the best of moods. Laughter truly did seem to be the best medicine when it came to mental health. "Well you can't blame Marigold for wanting to have you alive as long as possible. Even when we mature we instinctively want our parents to be around as long as possible if the bond with said parent is healthy."
"I thought my kid cousins were a handful when I was watching them as a teenager but the thought of a grown man needing one is a scary thought." Stacy said in a teasing tone to counter Zack's earlier statement. "That and I hope your other various 'babysitters' have as much patience as I do." The word babysitters was indicated with and air quote and as she finished the sentence she snorted before bursting out once again in laughter.
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Post by supesman on Nov 21, 2021 14:10:55 GMT
Zack and Marigold joined in on Stacy's laugh. Was it technically all at Zack's expense? Yes. But Zack had never been one who was nervous to laugh at himself in the first place, besides, funny is funny. He reached out, wrapping his arm around the back of Marigold's neck and pulling her over the back of the couch into his lap. She settled there, comfortably and instinctively, feeling very secure and warm laying against her father.
"I mean dad, come on, let's be honest. If you have a babysitter, it's me." She says, her eyes looking up at him with a childish gleam in them. She played such a strange point between being the more mature of the duo and being a child in her own right. Whatever strange personas the two of them had seeming to equalize into keeping both of them on the level.
"I mean, in costume? Sure, I can agree to that. Out of costume you won't even remember to bathe yourself if I don't remind you." he said, placing the knuckles of a curled fist against the top of her head, giving her a classical noogie that sent her snorting and squealing with that infectious laughter again.
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Post by ricochet-Stacy on Nov 21, 2021 22:45:36 GMT
Zack pulled Marigold into his lap from her last position on the back of the couch. She snuggled up to her father and it looked adorable. "I'm sure Zack is in good hands with you around, Marigold. Since he is still alive despite his shenanigans that means you are a pretty good babysitter." Stacy said smiling at the little Fanbeemon who was snuggling into her father. Yes Marigold's mix of maturity and childlike innocence was curious yet in some ways Stacy was much like a late teen to young adult in maturity sometimes.
"Seems you act more mature out of costume than some would give you credit for, Zack. Sounds like you and Marigold have been learning from each other." Stacy said taking notice of how some tamers and digimon tended to take traits from each other. Usually it allowed them to grow and mature as people. Stacy, despite being a member of AEGIS, was more prone to introverted loner behaviors than some members of the team but definitely was more than capable of handling working with others.
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Post by supesman on Nov 22, 2021 2:20:59 GMT
"In costume a lot of the bravado and lack of overt thought that overtakes me is part and parcel of the persona. I have to be big, loud and grandiose for a few reasons. It makes the bad guy look at ME instead of someone else, it can confuse and distract and on the highest level...it makes me more than just some stupid kid." He says, leaning back so that he can look into his own eyes in a mirror that he had hung to one side of the wall, considering himself as if objectively considering a stranger. "Without the mask I'd still be a do-gooder, but I'd be one specific do-gooder. Someone with a face you can pin down. Under the mask I could be anybody. That's the point. Someone looks at me doing what I do and maybe, just for a moment, they think that they could be under that mask too. And maybe that feeling comes back to them sometime when they really need it, when someone else needs them. THAT is why I wear the mask."
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Post by ricochet-Stacy on Nov 22, 2021 2:45:43 GMT
Stacy leaned back into the couch her back making a distinctive pop serving as a reminder that she wasn't nearly as young as she looked. She was ancient compared to the average tamers who seemed to average in age from early teens to young adults when they got their digivices while she joined the race much later last year at the age of thirty eight. Hard to believe that though she looked no older than twenty five, in reality, she was thirty nine years old. The thought of the younger humans in the Digital World only made her feel older at times.
"Who am I really to judge anyway. When in digimon form I act more youthful having the energy to match my youthful appearance. Even in digimon form, despite having the maturity of a college kid at best, I am able to show not only how adaptive and intelligent I am but my playful and mischievous side gets to run free. I am like you in one regard, Zack. Human or digimon, I am one of those infernal meddling do-gooders with a bit of a spicy temper which leads to recklessness." Stacy said moving one of her legs so that she was now sitting cross legged on the couch.
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Post by supesman on Nov 22, 2021 15:56:58 GMT
"What kind of world would we all be living in if there weren't more do-gooders all the time? Just getting more obnoxious and impossible to stop with each go around." He said, twirling the point of his finger in an endless circle in mid air, humming slightly before letting the bit go with a laugh. "You're a good egg Stacy, and we'll always be glad to have you in our corner." he said, with an intent for pure sincerity in his eyes. Not that Zack was often the kind to say anything that he didn't strongly mean.
"Yea I mean, we can't do like EVERYTHING ourselves. Just like...ninety nine percent of things. So it's good to have a few people who can clean up the rest." Marigold said, snickering as even she couldn't maintain that kind of false arrogance. Even ignoring the fact that Stacy was actually empowered to do the things that she did via her role in AEGIS, she was older, more experienced, more skilled than Zack in just about every way. The only spot where Zack would even admit to MAYBE matching her blow for blow would be their energy and reckless enthusiasm for getting under any given villain's skin and playing the part of the hero.
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