Stanley Davis

[ A closed RP OC blog ] I track #digitalstan

[sunnybastien]

Pink Head and Sun Things || Sébastien & Stan

[sunnybastien]

Sébastien sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned back around.  Somehow the head talking in such a proper manner made him even more creepy, but he headed back anyway, stopping when he was close enough for conversation to be easier, but keeping his distance.  He really did not want to be close to the head thing.  Even if it apparently did not bite, its teeth still looked sharp.

“Yup, he seems to be okay with it!  Sort of, anyway,” Sunmon answered before floating over to his partner.  ”Bastien!  You shouldn’t be standing so far away.  Oh wait, maybe you’re scared.  It’s okay, Koromon said they don’t bite!  And, and, I’m here to protect you!”

“If I was scared, which I’m not, that wouldn’t make me feel any better,” Sébastien replied bluntly before turning his attention to Stan.  Well, he did look a bit freaked out.  Not surprising, considering the creature he had got following him around was more on the terrifying side then Sunmon was.  

He should probably say something to the freaked out guy, but say what?  It wasn’t like he knew what was going on.  Plus, he wasn’t exactly skilled in the art of comforting people.  Still though, he felt a little bad for the guy.  Might as well try to say something.  ”Well, I came back.  What do you want?”

Okay, maybe just keeping his mouth shut would have been better.

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Strangely enough, Bastien's standoffish attitude was the thing that began to calm Stanley down. If a kid could handle all this, and still manage to broadcast that disenchanted teenage air, then surely he would be all right? Not to mention, it gave the younger boy an air of authority. There must be other people here, Stanley thought, and simply forming the statement in his mind gave him a sense of purpose.

"I want some answers, first of all," he said, more cautiously than angrily. His goal right now was to get Bastien to stay put. He was by nature a social person, and the vast majority of his questions about this strange world now had to do with the humans in it.

"Did you just show up here, too? And why do our...partners...look different?" He couldn't help but envy the other boy, whose digimon was more aesthetically pleasing than his own, like a floating sun pendant instead of a fleshy pink mouth.

"We're different kinds of digimon, Stanley."  Koromon hopped over behind Bastien and tried to nudge the boy forward. For a tiny blob, he was quite pushy (and ignorant of personal space). "This is the digital world. I've tried explaining it to him, but he's rather dense," he confided in Bastien as he pressed himself against the boy's ankles. "A pep talk from a fellow human might work wonders."

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A quick note about my activity: I'll typically be posting at night (central US time), as I'm at work during the day from around 9 to 6:30. Right now I'm particularly slammed, so responses are slow. But don't worry, I'm around, and if you ever need proof that I haven't forgotten about you, shoot me a message. n_n 

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Trouble in the Tropical Jungle || Stan & Faelan

The morning heat radiated through the jungle that Faelan had landed in. He and Bukamon had heard a sound come from nearby, so they had decided to investigate. Beads of sweat were already forming on the boy’s forehead; wiping them off only allowed for more to form.

Faelan pushed aside thick foliage, following where the sound had come from. Bukamon made no effort in helping. Instead, he had perched himself atop Faelan’s head, looking for any sign of movement before them. That was when he caught sight of who the sound had come from. It was another person, several years older than Faelan.

“Over there, Fae! Go that way!” he urged, gesturing towards the direction of the man. Faelan followed diligently, hopeful to see a friendly face. It wasn’t long until he finally made it to the tree the stranger was near. The redhead noticed that a Digimon was near him, which must have caused the shocked look spread across the stranger’s face.

His own Digimon had taken to hiding behind him, apparently timid around those he didn’t know. The other Digimon, nothing more than a pink ball with oddly shaped ears and several pointed teeth, seemed to be grinning expectantly at the man for some reason. Faelan approached slowly, not wanting to appear threatening to either being, and let out a weak greeting.

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Relief flooded through Stanley when he saw a second person push through the plants. He didn't want to take his eyes off of the pink ball, who was cheerily grinning up at him, but he couldn't help but give Faelan a plaintive glance.

"Hey! Do you know what's happening here?" he asked, his voice unsteady. The other boy looked close to his age, but a little younger. Probably also a college student. "Wait, did you come from Wash U?" Excitement and an inkling of hope crept into the second question.

"I'm Koromon, and this is Stanley. Pleased to meet you." The digimon clearly had a better handle on etiquette than his partner. He nodded to Faelan, peering at the area around the boy for any sign of his accompanying monster. In his experience, he hadn't met a human traveling alone. Perhaps getting separated from your partner was a sore subject, and he didn't bring it up, nor did he notice Bukamon hiding behind the boy.

Stanley looked down at Koromon in distaste. Still talking at a mile a minute, he continued to press Faelan for answers. "Have you seen these things? What the hell are they? Aliens? Jesus, how did we even get here?" 

Inspiration suddenly flickered across his face. Frantically, he dug his hands into both of his pockets, berating himself for forgetting that he had a phone. He produced it in his right hand, but his triumph faded into confusion as he saw the strange symbols dancing across the screen. And in his left hand, there was a different electronic device...One that hadn't been in his pockets before, he was positive.

"And what the hell is this?!"

[sunnybastien]

Pink Head and Sun Things || Sébastien & Stan

Sébastien was wandering around aimlessly, still being followed by the sun thing that would not stop talking.  How it managed to keep coming up with things to say while being ignored, he’d never know.  Just as he had thought this however, the thing decided to shut up.  Well, it was about time.

Sunmon turned and stared intently through the trees, listening closely for something.  ”… hmm … hey Bastien.  I think I heard something over there.  We should go investigate!”

That hadn’t lasted very long.  Sébastien sighed and ran a hand through his hair.  If he didn’t go see what that sound was, if there even had been a sound, then the sun thing would just start nagging him about it.  ” … alright.  We’ll go investigate whatever you think you heard, if you promise to be quiet after.”

The sun digimon considered this for a few moments, before nodding in agreement.  ”Okay!  Come on, let’s go, let’s go,” he said as he floated towards the sound, twirling around excitedly as he went.  Sunmon paused when a human came into view, his face instantly lighting up.  ”Hey!  Hey Bastien!  There’s a person and a Koromon over here!”

Sébastien, after catching up with Sunmon, stared at the sight before him blankly.  There was indeed a person, but he was more focused on the pink head thing.  It was really just a head.  Though now that he thought about it, the thing that had decided to follow him around was just a head, too.  But it looked like a sun, so that made it a bit less creepy.  

After staring at the pink head thing for a few more seconds, Sébastien turned back around and started to head back the way they had came.  Whatever was going on there, he did not want to get involved.

“Bastieeeen!  Where are you gooooing??  We haven’t finished investigating yet!!  Bastien!” Sunmon called after his partner in an attempt to get him to stop.  He didn’t want to leave yet.  He wanted to talk to this new person. 

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There were signposts in this jungle. Stanley blinked incredulously at a couple that seemed to sprout up between the trees, unsure if the symbols on them were decipherable. At his feet, the pink blob waited. It had introduced itself as Koromon, and done a fair amount of blathering about partnership once Stanley had stopped hyperventilating.

Now, Koromon was the only creature around for him to talk to. And because the bouncing head knew more about their surroundings than he did, Stanley found the alliance an easy one. Although, he was still visibly unnerved by the digimon's movements and speech. He stared at it more than was probably polite.

"Bastieeeen!  Where are you gooooing??" The childlike voice jerked his head up in time for him to see Sébastien's retreating back, and the floating sun that called after him. Immediately, Stanley became just as eager to have the boy return.

"Hey! Hey kid, stop! Come back here!" He yelled, injecting as much authority as he could into his voice. He had never relished interacting with teenagers, but in a world where most lifeforms weren't human, he'd take his chances with a high school student.

Koromon hopped over to Sunmon with a welcoming smile on his face...er, body. "Hello! Lovely to meet you. Unfortunately, I think my partner is still in the midst of a small nervous breakdown, and he really would appreciate the company of another human. I hope yours will find it agreeable to return? We don't bite!" He shouted the last bit so that Sébastien might hear.

[digitalstan-blog]

down the rabbit hole, through the USB port

[shykindness-blog]

It had been an hour or two since Zachary’s arrival in the Digital World. Since then, he had been wandering the jungle with Gummymon tucked safely in his arms. For such a little guy, he sure was talkative - quite the opposite of his human companion, who could only nod or give the occasional “mm” in between his sentences. Luckily for him, Gummymon was also eager to answer any question he had about this strange place he’s suddenly found himself in.

“… If I’m right, you’ve got a device called a Digivice somewhere on you,” Gummymon ranted on cheerfully. “With that thing, I can Digivolve into something much cooler! Later on, I’ll show you, I promise! I think I need a bit of rest before that happens, though… I’m still so tired from walking earlier. Which reminds me. Thank you for carrying me like this, Zachary!” To show his appreciation, the small green creature nuzzled his head against Zachary’s arm, eliciting a small smile from the blonde.

 ”Ah… No problem,” he muttered in reply. “Um… Where would my Digivice be exactly?” By the time he asked, Gummymon had dozed off in his arms, snoring quite loudly. Sighing softly, Zachary carefully shifted the sleeping Digimon into one arm and used his free hand to search through his pocket. Sure enough, his fingers came into contact with something that certainly hadn’t been there before. Fishing it out with some difficulty, he held it before his eyes, studying it intently.

Before he could get much of an idea of what it was, a yelp in the distance caught his attention. The sound also startled Gummymon awake, who squirmed around wildly in Zachary’s arms as. “H-Hey, it’s alright, Gummymon,” he assured him quietly. “I think that was just another person… You mentioned there are others here, right?”

“Oh, yeah! Let’s go check it out, Zachary!” Gummymon insisted. Without warning, he leaped out of his arms and scurried ahead through the bushes. “Gummymon!” Zachary called, still making sure to keep his voice down. “C… Come back!”

He really didn’t want to attract anything dangerous - Gummymon had been sure to warn him of the bigger, more aggressive Digimon lurking about. Even though he claimed this place was relatively safe, Zachary still wanted to be cautious.

Zachary burst through some more bushes that he’d seen Gummymon disappear into. “Gummy-“

He couldn’t possibly prepare himself for what he saw next. Gummymon seemed to have found another Digimon with what appeared to be a terrified man pressed up against a tree.

“Hey, you!” Gummymon chirped to the pink creature, giving him a toothy grin. “You’re a Koromon, right? Is that your partner?! I’m Gummymon, and this is Zachary!” He turned around and nodded at the blonde boy, who appeared to be frozen in place, uncertain of what to do. He hadn’t expected to encounter another person so soon, especially one who appeared to be even newer than he was.

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The last time Stanley had experienced a conflict in his "fight-or-flight" response was probably in middle school. That was the age at which children first separated themselves into social castes, and you could sugarcoat those names all you wanted—the "popular" kids, the "artsy" types, etc.—but at the end of the day, only one distinction mattered: you were either normal or different.

Playing an instrument instead of a sport made him different. And when a group of his peers knocked him over and broke his banjo, he had experienced a strange mix of anger and fear. The fear won out; he had run away instead of pushing back. Fighting, he figured, only drew unwanted attention to yourself, and was dangerous besides. Flight gave you time to plan and rework your behavior.

That situation had involved humans, though. This one was all sorts of complicated, because he wasn't dealing with bullies or even an angry animal. This creature was an unknown, and so was the forest around him. He couldn't decide whether to pick up a stick and try to whack it like a golf ball, or to take his chances with another headlong dash through the trees.

He didn't get to decide, because a green jellyfish with horns burst onto the scene and started asking questions.

Thankfully, it was followed by a boy.

"Oh, thank god," Stanley breathed, trying to stare at Zachary and not the digimon. "You're a real person right? Where the hell are we? What are those?" The look he cast at Koromon and Gummymon was one that most people reserved for something stuck to the bottom of their shoe.

Koromon was undeterred by his partner's attitude. He smiled at the others and spoke in a soft but authoritative voice. It was comically professorial, coming from the mouth of a pink beanbag. "Yes, hello! That is my partner, though I think he's having some difficulty...adjusting...Perhaps yours could talk to him? I think I'll only make things worse, at this point."

He hopped a few feet away from Stanley in an effort to give him some space. Stanley flinched, newly frightened by how high the ball-with-teeth could bounce. "Partner?" he asked, eyes darting from Koromon to Zachary in barely contained panic.

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down the rabbit hole, through the USB port

The pink blob beside Stanley stirred in its sleep. Every so often, one of its ears would twitch, evoking the image of a happily dozing dog.

It's not a dog, Stanley thought. It's probably not even real. Since he had first found himself wandering through a tropical jungle, he had assumed he was hallucinating. The surroundings were too vivid to be the product of a dream, and his senses seemed intact. He could feel the slight give of leaves and dirt underneath him. The sweat that covered his forehead was a familiar, sticky film. And the sounds that reached his ears—chitters and calls that would have spooked any explorer in the Amazon—were clear and undeniable.

He might have chalked all of this up to some sort of mental episode. Perhaps the stress of college had eaten away at him so badly that it forced him into autopilot, and he had blacked out while his subconscious planned a mandatory vacation. Still, the idea of buying a plane ticket and getting lost in the rainforest, all while in a weird fugue state, struck him as laughable.

Kidnapping had crossed his mind next, but there was no one in sight to order a ransom.

The last thing he remembered was the sickly glow of his computer screen. As he had started to doze off, the light had reached outwards, filling his vision with white static. That must have been the turning point, when whatever drugs he had accidentally taken had kicked in, hard.

Then, he was stumbling over plants that looked prehistoric. Fear had coiled like a trapped snake in his stomach, and he had moved at a panicked run, pushing aside palm fronds and trying not to dwell on the fact that the heat was not the fuzzy, artificial warmth of sleep. Eventually he exhausted his legs and had to collapse against a tree. His delirious brain told him that if he took a rest, he was bound to wake up back in his dorm room, where the final page of his humanities paper would be a welcome chore.

When he awoke a second time, he was still in the jungle. And now, there was a pink, mutated thing snuggled against him.

He had stared at it for several minutes and attempted to regulate his breathing, lest he wake it up. It was small, but its ovoid body was mostly mouth, and teeth peeked out over its lips in several places. He tried to fathom how it could get around without legs.

That became a less pressing question, however, when it opened its eyes and said, "Good morning!"

Stanley yelped, flew to his feet, and flattened himself against the tree. He wondered how long it would take for him to actually suffer a heart attack.

[digitalstan-blog]

Hello, everyone! :D You can call me Azi. I'm really excited to start roleplaying with all of you—this will be my first experience rping on Tumblr. I used to frequent forum-based roleplays all the time, but stopped when I graduated college and had to devote most of my time to my job. Now, I'm more settled and can't wait to dive back in.

Don't hesitate to message me if you have plot ideas or anything of the sort. Stanley's the type of guy to make alliances with those he perceives as powerful. But of course, he'll need people to try and convince him that constant kiss-assing is no way to live.

I'll try to have an open intro post up soon, and I'll keep an eye out for open threads. Cheers!~

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

"My banjo," said Stanley, taking a small bit of reassurance from the instrument's weight across his back. At least it had made the trip with him to this alien place.