#thunderstruck arc

[ask-the-kirby-verse]

Happy Mother’s Day Zan Partizanne, even if you aren’t technically a mom you’ve got the vibes and deserve to be recognized and appreciated.

Zan Partizanne:

Susie: Oh...! Um... Zan? Would... would you like me to take you back to your sisters...? I could drive you over there if you tell me where to go.

Zan Partizanne, incoherently: Ji ama? Ji shara’junara kasi ji’se sha’kinara? Ji jyet? Ji zuleshi jyet, ah ji’se steras, aaaa-

Susie: Zan Partizanne?

Zan Partizanne: Jes, ji garien ji’se sha’kinara, saije...

Susie: ...Well, I understood “jes”. Ribbon, um- I’m not completely sure what’s happened here, but you can tag along if you’d like. She said you had something to explain to her...?

Ribbon, equally baffled and visibly sweating: Oh! Um, in a sense, yup. In any case, I’d be more than happy to come with!

[ask-the-kirby-verse]

So Zan, are your hands really. Y’know,

Susie: H-

Zan Partizanne:

NO!

[ask-the-kirby-verse]

so how's Zan Partizanne doin' being DeDeDeleted and DeDeDead? Is her future gf (stop denying it you two, it's true) helping her live through it rn?

Susie: She seems!

Zan Partizanne: [barely recovering from the all the emotions from the day]

Susie: ...fine! We’re packing up our little impromptu picnic and driving it to the Jambastion’s landing site.... also, please give us time. Especially Zan. We’ll figure all that out when she’s not on the brink of collapse.

[ask-the-kirby-verse]

Zan where are you?

Zan, even more exhausted than last time: I made it to... [huff]... the first Dream Palace... if she isn’t in Dreamland... this may... be... harder...

[Zan has spotted Ribbon.]

Ribbon, doing her absolute damndest to keep a straight face: H- hiiii there, ma’am! I didn’t expect to see anyone else around, it’s nice to have company! Would you like some tea? I can put the kettle on. Sweets, maybe? Can I take your hat?

[Zan stares blankly for a moment, before zipping over to her and drawing her weapon.]

Zan Partizanne: You.

Ribbon, sweating: What about me, Miss...?

[Zan is furious, but considering her options. She barely has enough energy to fight Ribbon, let alone Kirby. She’s completely exhausted her energy, burned herself out from rage, and is in awe at the audacity to act so innocent in the face of danger.]

Zan Partizanne:

Zan Partizanne, defeatedly: ...I’ve received word... that you defeated... a so-called “angel”. I would like to know... how. 

Ribbon: I-

Ribbon, blinking in confused relief: An.... gel....?

Ribbon: ....Hang on, do you mean- wait- [bursts out l a u g h i n g] Is- is that all-?

Zan Partizanne: Yes, if you don’t continue to annoy me!

Ribbon: Really? ‘Cause if I’m being totally honest here, you seem awfully tuckered out for a fight....

Zan, ignoring the fact that she’s blacking out: I’m fine.

Ribbon: Are you-

Zan Partizanne: [COLLAPSES]

[ask-the-kirby-verse]

EXACTLY dont say it it's a nono word

Kirby: Why can’t I say fuck? Meta says it all the time!

[ask-the-kirby-verse]

*inhale* SANS PENISHA-

[Zan groans at the volume of your voice and the god-awful nickname. She starts to stir, causing Ribbon to SHRIEK and nearly whack her with the crystal gun, but Zan is able to block it.]

Zan Partizanne: Don’t... don’t call me that.

Ribbon: Holy- you’re alive!

Zan Partizanne, blinking: I have been dead for nine years.

Ribbon:

Ribbon: Am I being punked.

[ask-the-kirby-verse]

How are you even planning on finding Ribbon anyway?

Zan Partizanne: I am fast.

Flamberge: Are you seriously-

[Zan promptly starts doing her zipping around thing, vanishing off into the distance]

[ask-the-kirby-verse]

Hey Kirby, Fran and berge are also here. Why not try and find them?

Kirby, clinging to the warpstar: I am! I’m trying to make a landing for the Jambastion right now, but I can kinda see them from up here!

Kirby, squinting: It looks like Fran is holding..... something, I think? Maybe I should take a closer look-

[slow blink]

Kirby: Oh, wait, that’s her blaster! Why’s it pointed at-

[there is a very loud SPLASH from the water stream hitting the warp star and Kirby. You can faintly hear the maniacal giggling of a water-based mage sister.]

Flamberge: Perfect shot!

Francisca: Ta-daa! One squeaky-clean puffball!

[there’s a loud y e l p of high-pitched shrieking and sputtering, muffled by the jet of soapy water currently being sprayed in their face. A pristine Kirb topples backwards off the warpstar and collapses haplessly onto the ground, spread-eagle in a cute little pink pile at the Generals’ ‘feet’.]

Francisca, leaning over the defeated puff: Bonjam, Kirby!