Oh, Baby!

[Borzil & Bosk]

Today was one heck of a rollercoaster, wasn't it. The last thing he had expected in waking up was to find himself with a giant egg - like something out of those dragon-raising stories his friend always talked to him about. He didn't wholly expect for anyone online to even know what he was talking about, either!

But here he was, sitting on the porch to the farmhouse, with the egg on his lap. It was wrapped in an electric blanket to protect it from the autumn cold that was starting to set in, chasing at summer's heels. And he was waiting for someone - someone who offered to give a closer look, and help with this whole mess.

Borzil sighed. "Well, little buddy..." He hummed, reaching under the blanket and stroking over the egg's surface. "Let's see if the nice people can tell us more about all this stuff."

[Charity / Constance]

As the midday sun rose to its peak, the rumbling and roaring of an old motorcycle disturbed the peace that Goldenview's farms welcomed the ghost hunter with.

Or, well, maybe not a ghost hunter right now, maybe more like a...digimaster? Egg whisperer? Farmhand? Oh god no. Either way, she knew exactly who to talk to right away - hinted at both by the address the kind stranger sent her over text, and the fact that said stranger was quite literally on the porch cradling the egg as we speak. She kicked out the kickstand to her bike, letting it rest in the grassy dirt roads in front of the house while her helmet rested on one of the bike's handles.

"Oi, 's me. So that's th'weirdo lil egg baby we're workin' with?" Charity leaned forward from where she stood in front of Borzil. From behind her seemed to appear a small wisp of...smoke? And not the kind that filtered out from her just finished cigarette, either - something more blue in hue.

"It's quite large, for just a mere hatchling..." chimed the voice, soft and formless.

[Borzil & Bosk]

Borzil perked up, at the sound of the distant motorcycle's approach. He'd watch as Charity pulled up and parked her motorcycle - and when she spoke up, he'd perk further and nod. "Yeah! This is the egg." He unwrapped the blankets from around it some, so that Charity could get a better look at it.

Raising an arm, he'd offer her a handshake. "I'm Borzil - thank you again for coming out here, uhm... I could make us some lunch, or get you something to sip on, if you'd like?" He wanted to be a gentleman! Especially since he was taking time out of this nice lady's day!

The wisp that danced about Charity, however, would be met with a brief blink. As he was now, he had no way to really 'see' a cryptic Digimon, not that he'd even know what one was. The disembodied voice, too, was quite puzzling. "Uhm... H-hello?" He murmured, unsure, as he tried to glance about for any sign or source.

[Charity / Constance]

Charity hummed in thought, leaning closer when properly presented with the egg. Every now and then, she'd nod a couple of times - whispering as if replying to someone who was just out of view. "So ya really think it's that, huh? Not a chicken 'r emu 'r anythin like that? I mean it's a huge motherfucker."

"Oh - Borzil, yeah? Name's Charity, 's good t'meetcha." She'd take Borzil's hand in her own, shaking it firmly and confidently. "Really ain't much trouble though, y'know - shit looked weird so I wanted t'come n' see fer myself. Mh..don't worry about food, yeah? Just some water'd be good if anythin', I grabbed a bite from th'gas station on th'way here." She shrugged, pulling her hand away. While she wasn't one to turn down kind gestures like this, it really wasn't that grating of a trip for her to take in the first place. And it certainly wasn't the latest or longest she'd been out either, by any means!

As Borzil seemed to perk and try to respond to the wisp though, it in turn paused...considered what to do...before floating just a bit closer to the farmboy's face. "Ahh yes, hello. My eyes, ears and mouth are over here, you know; no need to appear so pale and clueless~" it teased, chuckling softly.

"OI- cut that shit out, y'hear? We're here t'help him, not make 'im scared outta his fuckin skin." Charity tried to chide the wisp, only to be met with a little sigh and more hushed murmurs.

"Mh..anyway, that there," she paused, gesturing to the blue figment with her thumb, "Is Constance. Or Connie, or Ghosty, or whatever y'wanna call her. Not sure if y'can see her what with..." Another pause, this time to gesture wildly with both hands - still mindful not to hit the egg. "Literally fuckin everythin', but she sees ya just fine. N' th'egg, which she's pretty sure is some kinda Digimon 'r whatever."

[Borzil & Bosk]

At the mention of water, Borzil nodded - although he mentioned "You sure you don't want a soda or anything? It's no skin off my back," with a warm smile as he stood up, getting ready to invite Charity into the farmhouse....

... However, Constance's presence distracted him, and it was certainly unsettling him a bit. As the wisp leaned in close, Borzil leaned back in turn - unsure of how to approach this whole situation. "I, uhm..."

But thankfully, Charity was there to help smooth things over before he got too spooked or weirded out. And the mention of Digimon was a good distraction, as it prompted him to blink a bit. "Oh - right, uhm... Digimon..." Right, Digimon! Speaking of those...

... He paused for a second, thinking it over for a second, before giving Charity a perfectly befuddled expression. "... What are Digimon...??"

Help him.

[Charity / Constance]

"Pfft - what, y'got a soda fountain here 'r somethin? Tell me whatcha got, I'll pick from that. No need t'spend a penny extra." Charity responded, giving a soft grumble of a hum. "If you perchance possess any sort of root beer, that's her favorite~" the wisp added, backing away to return to circling around the human.

Charity looked about ready to somehow strike the figment upside the head at her next interruption - that was, until Borzil piped up once more. Digimon...right, this poor farmer didn't even know the whats and wheres of it all, let alone the possibility that this very egg was in fact, very most likely and rest assuredly, a Digimon. Help him.

"Okay. So. Basically. And Connie if y'butt in before 'm done 'm gonna rip ya a new one" Charity started, then paused and took a deep breath, only to resume right afterwards. "A Digimon is like...like a ghost 'r an animal 'r somethin, but digital. They come from th'...Network, n' they have all sortsa forms they can take n' evolutions t'go through - so again, like animals. N' if our assumptions are right, that is the egg fer one - Digitama, I think Connie called it. Point is, that thing kinda popped up outta nowhere from th'Network, ended up in yer chicken coop, n' yer its Partner now whenever that thing hatches. I think. Usually th'Digi chooses you like yer at some kinda animal shelter in th'middle of literally anywhere."

And after that, Charity huffed again - having to catch her breath after such a long-winded explanation with little to no breaks in between sentences. That combined with her continual wild gesturing, and she was utterly done for. Help her.

Well..at least Constance nodded to her! Wisp approved!

[Borzil & Bosk]

The explanation of what Digimon were was... Strange. Fascinating, almost. Albeit a bit hard to follow - not that it was Charity's fault at all. "Digital? But... this feels pretty... Flesh-and-blood alive, doesn't it?" Borzil questioned, very gently bouncing the egg in his arms to indicate it. Granted, he wasn't sure what something digital-yet-physical would otherwise feel like... Maybe something like the static you'd get from those old-timey televisions?

Either way, there was a lot of information he had to process here... And it'd, perhaps, take a bit for it to really click for him. "I guess there must have been a reason why this egg - er, Digitama - ended up here, then..." He mused out loud, gently stroking over its surface again, before deciding with a smile "More reason to take good care of the little fella."

He felt even more responsible, for this egg!

And with that resolved... "Connie said you liked root beer, right?" He asked with a smile, heading for the door. "We got some in the fridge - c'mon in, I'll getcha a can." Shifting to carry the egg in one arm, he'd open the front door - holding it open for Charity.

[Charity / Constance]

“Well yeah, that jus’ means th’little guy was like. destined t’be with ya. It’s a pretty big deal. Maybe it’ll give ya that device ya need, too?” Charity shrugged, giving the egg a gentle pat of her own. ”The Digivice- our method of being able to see and communicate with you effectively~” Constance finally chimed in, granting a nod from her Partner.

”Oh yeah, definitely some kinda big ol’ reason fer you gettin th’little guy. Maybe it’s like…an orphan ‘r somethin?” Charity mused. ”I mean, y’said it ended up in yer chicken coop ‘f all things, maybe it just wants a family ‘f its own.” She smiled back, giving a slight tilt of her head. It made sense to her, at least!

At the mention of root beer, Charity perked slightly- she hadn’t been paying attention to that part of the conversation! She blinked, staring at Constance, then at Borzil, before nodding with a meek smile. ”..Yeah, I do. Uh—thanks! Aight aight, ‘m comin ‘m comin.” Charity snickered, kicking a bit of dirt off her boots before entering the house! From how things sounded, this was going to be an interesting learning curve, once this bad boy hatched!

...Wait.

Was this gonna make her a stepparent!?

[Borzil & Bosk]

A device... Borzil wasn't sure how an egg would produce it, but he supposed that 'digital creature popping into existence' was already a few steps away from the reality he thought he understood, so... Maybe something would come of that, who knew.

But all the same... The notion that this egg might be an orphan - without parents - would prompt a melancholic expression across his face, that soon shifted into something more determined. "... No. Lil guy ain't an orphan. They got me, and my Ma and Pa." He decided. If it wanted a family, then by god it had one now - his parents already knew about the egg, even if not the specifics of it.

Inside the house, though, it was relatively quiet. Ma was out shopping, and Pa was probably still handling the cows. So, it was just Borzil, Charity, Constance, and the egg.

Borzil would set the egg down in a little 'nest' of blankets at one of the end seats of the couch, making sure it had the electric blanket around it to keep it nice and toasty. "There we are... Feel free to take a seat here, or in the dining room over there," He indicated towards the dining table - visible from here - with a nod. "I'll getcha some root beer."

With that, he'd head into the kitchen - opening the fridge. Although, as he dug around...

...

... Did the egg just move?

[Charity / Constance]

Well. it was either gonna come with the egg or be something Borzil already owned, if it was anything like Charity's experience. And to be quite honest, she was more ready to deal with Borzil being surprised that this newborn Digimon came well equipped with its own Digivice than to see him grieve over...she didn't know, the loss of some electric farm tool? His phone? No matter, that was neither here nor there until that damn baby hatched in the first place.

Noticing the shift in Borzil's expression, the investigator almost started to feel sympathy - at least, until his expression grew more determined, at which she grinned. "Atta boy, that's th'fuckin spirit. Th'more people t'help th'better - n' you've got me now too, so that's four of us fer this one lil egg!" Charity shouted, fist pumping in the air briefly before it slowly lowered again. To have that much support for one little egg...no, now was far from the time to quiver and whine over trivial shit of the past. What mattered now was her and Constance being able to make new friends with this to-be duo, and figuring out how the fuck to take care of a baby Digimon in the first place. Hell, Constance was mostly grown up when she met her!

Stepping into such a quiet house had Charity's hair stand on end, even if only briefly. She didn't know this house or the people in it, save for Borzil...she'd be fine here though, right?

Right. For the baby.

As Borzil set the egg down in its nest, Charity made herself comfortable right next to it. Constance took her "seat" as well, phasing back into Charity's shoulder and letting it act as a "perch" for the figment to spy on the egg from. Not that she felt it needed to be protected, but just in case...

"Oh, yeah, 'course man. 'll keep watch 'f it here, you make sure t'get somethin' fer yerself too y'hear?" Charity nodded to him, her little statement of care having just the mildest edge to it - as if, should he not get something for himself, there'd be consequences. Most likely not th-

...

Charity blinked, staring at the egg. It definitely moved. Like just now. Borzil found it this morning in his chicken coop, and it's already moving.

"Hey, c'mon buddy - ain'tcha s'pposed t'take longer before ya hatch? You that fuckin excited t'meet everyone?" Charity whispered teasingly to the egg as she, again, placed a gentle palm upon its warm, dark shell.