13463/So, You Have A Witchblade Too Huh

So, You Have A Witchblade Too Huh
Date of Scene:	28 November 2022
Location:	Pezzini House
Synopsis:	Ended
Cast of Characters:	Sara Pezzini, Tom McCarthy

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Sara Pezzini has posed:
It only took Sara a few minutes to finish up her report to the police, then she went back to the alley to collect her hidden clothing and sent Tom a message to meet her at her house when he was ready. The way she figured, Tom needed some time to collect himself and his thoughts. She remembered when Witchblade first choose her, healed her from near death, that was all she could think about was a few minutes alone to figure out what had just happened. At least Tom would have someone to help him through the transition from Agent of SHIELD to Wielder of Digitabulum.

Witchblade continued speaking in her mind, keeping tabs on Digitabulum and Tom even as she headed home. He wasn't sharing anything really, merely making obvious statements such as, 'Tom's still alive.' It felt odd to know that Witchblade was now keeping secrets about Digit and Tom, but she also knew it was the best thing possible.

However long Tom needed, he would get. When Sara got home she took a quick shower, put on clean clothes and went to the kitchen to make coffee. She found a rubbermaid container of cookies on the counter with a note that read, "We need to talk Sara, but first... Cookies." and signed by her Aunt Ruth.

Tom McCarthy has posed:
It took... a bit. He was no stranger to shock, either caused by physical or mental trauma. Still, having your heart pierced by a demon and then being revived by a supernatural armor was a whole different ball game. He slipped out as best he could, trying to avoid too much scrutiny - he was missing most of his clothes, after all. Best to sneak off and file whatever paperwork he needed to after.

A few days would have gone by, with Tom rolling things over in his mind and having conversations with Digitabulum. To him, it was like getting a new partner or wingman - albeit one who can read your mind and is literally looking to kill demons and evil. It was a lot to take in.

Soon enough, he'd sent a text over to Sara, asking if she was free to talk over what had happened - and what would be happening next.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
A few days, that seemed right to Sara... still, she was climbing the walls with worry. She of course didn't /say/ that or even indicate it. When she got the text she shot of a quick reply of - Come by when you're ready, I'll have coffee and pie. -

She had tried to get Witchblade to offer up anything more than, "They are fine." but he refused. He and Digit were still working out exactly how they were going to handle this as neither has actually expected this to happen. The one thing Witchblade did do was fully explain to Sara what Digit was, so that she could in turn explain it to Tom if he asked... she knew he was likely to ask.

Tom McCarthy has posed:
It wasn't too long a drive, with Tom bringing over a bottle of whiskey too. Who knows what support he'll need, after all. Digit assured he had nothing to worry after, but - this was an otherworldly being. How could he know what Tom might need? It's about an hour before Tom is knocking on the door, waiting patiently until Sara answers it.

When she came to the door, he smiles. "Afternoon." He waves, offering over the bottle as well. "Thought I'd bring this, just in case. If we don't need it, consider it a gift for your home." A chuckle. "How are things?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Opening the door, Sara shows Tom right into the living room. The place isn't fancy, but it looks comfortable and well cared for. Really it's too big for one person, but the age of the furniture clearly indicated this had been her childhood home.

On the coffee table a carafe had been set out with matching sugar and cream containers, two cups for coffee and a plate of cookies. Slightly to the right of that was a small bucket of ice with tongs, two bottles of water, two glasses, a bottle of rum and a bottle of scotch. She was actually out of whiskey, so when he offered over the bottle, she laughed.

"Well, well, how did you know I drank all the whiskey and needed more?" she asked, gesturing toward the couch. "Make yourself comfortable Tom, and if you need it, you need it. I won't tell you how much I drank in the first few weeks."

Tom McCarthy has posed:
Taking a look around, Tom nods. It's not too far off from what he has, really - although his furnishings are newer. There's a smirk as he notices the rum and scotch. "Never know when you need to lubricate the mind, right?" He half-jokes. "I figure it's better to have, than not, right?" Even as the liquor is passed over, he finds himself a spot on the sofa.

"I had a few beers that first night - but I've been trying to stay mostly clear-headed to sort things out." A wry grin. "That was rough, though. I wanted to drink after a few conversations with Digitabulum." A slight shrug. "How are you doing? Anything weird now that the two are... separate?" He motions to his bracelet.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Deciding to start with coffee, Sara pours out two cups, one for herself which gets a little sugar and cream, and one for Tom that she slides over then offers the sugar and cream.

"Cael used to put whiskey in her coffee," she comments idly, then picks up her own cup and sits back on the couch. "So if need be, you have a base."

Folding her legs up and under herself, a comfortable position, she looks at the bracelet on her wrist for a moment, then over at the one on his. "Truthfully? There hasn't been any major changes, save for one. There are time now that I get silence in my head, when Witchblade and Digit are talking I believe," she takes a small sip from the cup then rests it on her knee. "Here you are asking about me, concern about weirdness for me, when this has /got/ to be driving you batty."

Tom McCarthy has posed:
Taking up the coffee, he adds a bit of both cream and sugar today. "We'll see how the talk goes, yeah? I'll just stick to unleaded for now." Tom chuckles, sitting back carefully with his cup. The man takes a sip, listening to her and her explanation of how she's been. There's a nod of agreement. "Yeah, Digitabulum has some spells here he's not as chatty, too. I wonder if they are comparing notes?"

Both hands hold the cup, enjoying the warmth as he does. "Yeah, it's kind of who I am. I tend to focus on other people's comfort and needs - it is what drew me into being a combat medic." A wry grin. "Honestly, a lot of what we talked about before helped me - I wasn't expecting what happened to happen, of course. I really... am concerned about nearly being killed by a demon. Like, would that stain my soul? Have I been marked?" A slight frown at that.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Shifting a little more, Sara ensure that she has placed herself just in arms reach so she can lay a hand on his shoulder if needed and yet not crowding him out.

"Any mark that might have come from the demon's touch was seared away by Digit's healing," she says confidently and nods once. "Witchblade assured me of that, though I hadn't specifically asked. I assume it was something in the conversation between the two of them."

Glancing down into the cup for a moment, she watches the way the liquid shifts against the side of the cup before looking back up at Tom. "Do you want me to just be blunt about things? Just... start telling you what to expect, what your life is likely to become, or would you rather ask questions and have me fill in the gaps?" She seems nervous, which is not at all usual for her. "I don't want to overwhelm you any more than you already are, but... there's a lot you need to learn, to know, to practice and well... be ready for. I..."

She looks back into the cup before taking a sip then lets her breath out slowly. "I didn't have anyone to explain anything, just Witchblade yammering away in my head all the time.. literally /all/ the time."

Tom McCarthy has posed:
That has him a bit more relived - while not a hugely religious man, this whole scenario has opened his eyes about the subject and its reality upon his situation. "Thanks." A hand goes to his chest, where he was mortally wounded. "The wound healed with no scar." Tom gives a chuckle. "I'm kind of glad - looking at that kind of scar would be kind of disturbing, day after day. I'll stick to the old ones, the bullet wounds and stab ones." A wry grin.

Tom thinks a moment, taking another sip from his coffee. "Blunt, Sara. A briefing. I can ask questions if I have them, but your experience is likely going to be the best help. Digit gives me his information, his perception - but seeing and hearing about the human side of things is likely where I will want information."

"I'm sorry that you had no one to turn to in this - at least you do now, right? You'd think there'd be a mentorship plan in place..."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara leans to place the coffee cup on the table before sitting back. "You won't scar again, though honestly if you take any damage at all I'd be surprised," she states, watching his hand on his chest. If she had scared from the bullet wound to her heart, it would have been in nearly the same place.

"Blunt it is," she continues, for the time being moving to the more important parts of this... him. Her past didn't matter right now.

"Witchblade and Digit are one in the same, they share a 'soul', for lack of a better word, but at the same time they also have separate personalities due to the way Digit was created." Why Witchblade had wanted that to be the first thing she said, she had no idea, but she kept her promise. "They can communicate with each other, but they can also communicate with each of us, and by that I mean Witchblade /could/ talk to you, and Digit to me. I don't believe either will, but this does mean that if you need help, I'll know it without you calling... and that's a new thing for me as well."

Reaching to pick up a cookie, she grabs her coffee again to hold. "Once Digit is more self assured, he will likely start talking to you pretty much non-stop, he will /always/ have something to say and insert his two cents into conversations, but only in your head. What you share of his words is up to you, but I can promise you that if you don't share the things he wants you to share, you won't live it down, may never get to sleep again, and oh yeah... screaming in your head that you can't shut out." She dips the cookie in the coffee before taking a bite, giving him a minute now to let all that sink in.

Tom McCarthy has posed:
"Yeah, I kind of had that feeling about the scars." A nod. He too, takes a cookie before sitting back again. "That is a comfort, at least." A wry grin.

Tom sits back to listen, munching on the cookie as Sara speaks. He nods, taking mental notes as she explains the sharing of a soul and the communications between the four. "So, can you hear my thoughts or vice versa?" He wonders.

Adding to that, he hrms. "Are they that petty? I mean... they have to understand that as humans we're going to need sleep, rest, all that. And driving us insane won't help, right?" He asks hopefully.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
It was odd being the 'old wise one' to Tom's 'just got slapped on the wrist, literally'. Sara had to keep herself from laughing at his hopefulness because she remembered being that hopeful... once.

"I can't hear your thoughts, nor can you hear mine, but /they/ can," she replies first. "Witchblade can touch your mind, know your thoughts, and Digit can do the same with me," she takes another small sip of the coffee, then adds just a dash more cream. "I don't believe however, that they will cross over like that, and I know for certain that Witchblade will not tell me your thoughts unless /you/ give him permission."

How to explain the next part... "Witchblade loaths how I've explained this in the past, so I have to think of a new way to do this," she says slowly. "Witchblade has never been human, and doesn't fully understand what it is to be human. So I wouldn't say it's about being petty, it's more about... well honestly, the godling getting his way. Since I've been with him he has begun to understand a few aspects of what human is... it is a work in progress."

Digitabulum chuckles softly in Tom's head and says, <She used to compare him to a two year old child throwing a temper tantrum, it was highly amusing.>

Tom McCarthy has posed:
Just in their short interactions, she might be able to discern that hope is not something Tom tends to give up on. It was something he needed in his role - especially when working combat triage. "Yeah, I got that from Digit. He's made some comments when I was thinking about things to 'myself'." He even gives the quote symbol - getting more accustomed to having a passenger to his innermost thoughts.

The man nods to her. "Digit is different though, even if they share the same soul? I get the feeling his demeanor is a bit more... up to date?" A wry grin. "At least from what I've seen? Maybe the lessons you and Witchblade have shared were passed on to Digit? A better understanding in some areas?" A slight grin, "Hopefully I can help with Witchblade's understanding of us too."

<<You are different though, Digit. It seems like it, from all descriptions. Why is that? If you're a shared singular soul, did you come with your own personality?>>

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Reaching now for the whiskey, Sara opens the bottle to pour just a little into the coffee making it officially 'Irish'. "The difference between them comes from how Digit was created," she says quietly, then adds just a dash more whiskey. "Witchblade was born from a Goddess and a powerful being called an Endless, his name Destruction. He is a god in his own right, crafted to restore balance to the universe among the gods, and now to Earth."

Taking a larger drink of the coffee now she looks up to Tom. "There are gaps here, which I realize doesn't sound like it should be possible, but Witchblade has existed for /so/ long, the past is... the past, some thing missing from his memory but we are working to find those memories."

Reaching over she taps Digit lightly, "Digit was created through a dark ritual, a very dark ritual." Her voice drops to almost a whisper before she shakes her head and takes another huge drink of the coffee. "I can't talk about that at this exact moment, okay? I can just say that he is a piece of Witchblade's soul that was stolen and thus he was 'born' in this time to humans. That's why he's different."

<She's in pain.> Digit says softly, sounding concerned and surprised. <Witchblade... he does not speak of my creation, only that we are from the same soul. I am young, he is old... those are his words.>

Tom McCarthy has posed:
Eyes track her hand as she adds a little flavor to her coffee. He's still shying away from that for now, but there's no judgement in his gaze either. "I won't pry on it, then. You can tell me when you, Witchblade and Digit are up for the story." Tom assures, sipping his own coffee.

"We can move on to a different topic, though. I don't want to hash up potentially upsetting details or memories. Last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable." A slight smile.

Tom's not a man to sit idly on thoughts, however. <<So, is she missing part of her soul?>> He wonders to Digit. <<Or am I off track?>>

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Closing her eyes for a short time, Sara takes a moment to collect her thoughts and steady the pounding in her chest. The truth would need to be shared at some point, if not now, then as soon as she could bring herself to do it.

<Sara's soul is as intact as yours,> Digit explains quietly, though since Tom is the only one who can hear him, he really didn't need to be quiet. <Something happened in my creation, something.... she did, no... not her, Witchblade through her? Oh hell...> For one brief moment Tom could hear a second voice screaming before Digit blocked Witchblade out. <He doesn't like me trying to figure it out.>

Sara jerks her head up to look at the ceiling, as if someone is up there, and says out loud, "W.B., stop that! They both have a right to know the whole truth, from day one to the day we found Digit, it's natural for both of them to be curious."

Looking back down at Tom, her expression goes apologetic. "I'm sorry, he's trying to protect me from... well, me. I swear, I will tell you both the full truth, every single thing, just not today. Alright?"

She offers a soft smile, almost sheepish, "Have... have you tried any of his abilities on your own?"

Tom McCarthy has posed:
There's a frown on his face, though it's clear it is not directed at her. The screaming in his head has him furrowing his brows, setting the coffee down to focus. Once Digit blocked it out, he sighs. "Gotta say, not a fan of the shouting." Tom offers over to Sara.

"I'm going to ask questions. I'm going to wonder about all of this. Prior to this happening, superhero stuff was still kind of a fantasy to me. I'd run into some, but it's hard to understand while walking around as a mortal." He explains, to all who are listening. "Taking on this power, being bonded with Digitabulum, gives me a lot of things to wonder about. If it's not the time to know, or the time to be told - that's fine. But let's not lose our heads about it, yeah?" That last bit was clearly directed to Witchblade. Poor Sara.

He does nod to Sara after. "I get it. I just have a theory. I asked Digit, and that tripped off Witchblade." A smirk. "Sorry if I made your peace a bit more turbulent." At the mention of powers. "A few, nothing ... too crazy. Flying seems like it'll take some getting used to, since I normally do that while inside a plane."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Finishing off the last but of cookie she was still holding, Sara then adds more coffee to her cup as she speaks. "You don't need to ever worry about Witchblade screaming in my head. I've had almost three years to learn how to tune him out, chill him out, or put him in his place."

Lightly tapping her finger on the red stone of the bracelet she offers Tom a smile and moves to the new subject. "First and foremost, start hiding clothes in places you can get to," she states plainly. "Or plan to get naked every time you need to use the armor, but you don't always get a say in when the armor will appear. Digit can sense the danger before it even happens. Imagine for him that the world moves much slower and he can feel someone about to aim a gun and shoot at you. In that moment, he'll put the armor on you."

Tom McCarthy has posed:
There's a chuckle from Tom. "You say that, but that's not how I work." He mentions, over the worry. "Hopefully he mellows out, seeing as you two are working as partners - god or not." A smile and a shrug, the man finishing his coffee.

"Bug out bag is already in my car, at the very least." A chuckle. "Is it all or nothing? Like, can just an arm be covered with the armor? Or my head? You know?" He makes a gesture.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Two days ago Sara laid a kiss on this man like she was his long time lover, and now she found herself looking at him from head to toe as he gestured. A good looking man, no question about that, but her mind was more focused on the business at hand.

"Alright, let's get into this," she states and shifts her position on the couch. "Roll up any shirt and jacket sleeves you might have, then hold out your right hand. We're going to find out if Digit has a full Gauntlet form or something else. I mean I'd say get naked, but if you happen to end up with your clothing shredded, I have spare men's clothing you can borrow."