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lifeaftr2017-10-30 03:03 pm
lifeaftr_mods) wrote in lifeaftr2017-10-30 03:03 pm
Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: mira delacroix,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- pokemon sun & moon: luna,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ ffxiv: tataru taru,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: karamatsu matsuno,
- ✖ rwby: jaune arc,
- ✖ rwby: weiss schnee,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ undertale: sans the skeleton,
- ✖ world of warcraft: maridian,
- ✖ yuki yuna is a hero: karin myoshi
October Aftermath: Crystal Clear
Who: All!
What: You're back, for better or worse. Time to recover.
When: Backdated to the 24th and beyond.
Where: The Monkey Compound, Islets, etc.
Warnings: Mark as you go.
No matter where you are on the morning of the 24th, things will very abruptly go dark.
Unless you're dead. In which case, things are already dark. And you do not see this.
For the rest of you, however, the Storyteller appears only briefly. Gone is their seemingly indifferent nature; as the rabbit hops too and throe, the pages of their tome flick back and forth in an erratic pattern, stopping on a blank page for only a moment, before continuing on. Despite the pages always turning in the one direction, there seems to be no end to them, not at all.
"I'll keep this brief, for the moment. All of you have now been removed from the caverns below," A haggard sigh- and a reluctant addition. "Those of you still alive.
"Your efforts have allowed me access to what lies below. I have sealed off the entrances- from now, the responsibility of cleaning up the mess is upon me."
And that appears to be it. Darkness returns, along with the sensation of lying upon the sand. Birds call out from the jungle, joining the rhythmic shift of the waves. No matter where you were on the island; underground, or above, you awaken upon the shoreline near the Storyteller's temple, along with the rest of the survivors.
"For what it is worth, I am truly sorry."
[[If you have yet to do so, make sure you confirm your character's death here!]]
What: You're back, for better or worse. Time to recover.
When: Backdated to the 24th and beyond.
Where: The Monkey Compound, Islets, etc.
Warnings: Mark as you go.
No matter where you are on the morning of the 24th, things will very abruptly go dark.
Unless you're dead. In which case, things are already dark. And you do not see this.
For the rest of you, however, the Storyteller appears only briefly. Gone is their seemingly indifferent nature; as the rabbit hops too and throe, the pages of their tome flick back and forth in an erratic pattern, stopping on a blank page for only a moment, before continuing on. Despite the pages always turning in the one direction, there seems to be no end to them, not at all.
"I'll keep this brief, for the moment. All of you have now been removed from the caverns below," A haggard sigh- and a reluctant addition. "Those of you still alive.
"Your efforts have allowed me access to what lies below. I have sealed off the entrances- from now, the responsibility of cleaning up the mess is upon me."
And that appears to be it. Darkness returns, along with the sensation of lying upon the sand. Birds call out from the jungle, joining the rhythmic shift of the waves. No matter where you were on the island; underground, or above, you awaken upon the shoreline near the Storyteller's temple, along with the rest of the survivors.
"For what it is worth, I am truly sorry."
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But as always, it's when they don't want him to try when he puts the energy in. They've noticed the absence of two occupants of this household. They know why Wade is seeking his own space. Tibia refuses to come near them, and last they saw of Asriel, he was an awkward, miserable lump by the door- staying on the off chance that they'll call for him.
He should know full well that they won't.
They can smell the broth from here- it hits them with all the salty tang of sea tea; another reminder of a home that isn't theirs and a Partner that isn't here. He's helping, because for some reason, he's decided to put in an effort.
It doesn't make them resent him any less. If anything, they resent him more.
Why didn't he do this before it was too late? Why are they suddenly worth the effort, now that they're a child he doesn't know?
Why wasn't Frisk.]
I'm not hungry.
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[ Just the sight of them makes something in his bones twist in a not entirely unfamiliar way. Can't place when he felt that before, but he decides that it doesn't matter, setting the bowl down by his side as he sits.
Right there, in arm's reach but no closer, that steaming bowl between them like a wall.
For a change, his first instinct to attempt to poorly lighten a dreadful atmosphere with a bad joke goes thoroughly ignored. ]
I know. I, uh. I had a brother.
[ Of course, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?
But Sans doesn't. And he makes an effort, because he doesn't remember a lot of things. Like how he's the noose around their neck, the dealer who fed them bullets for the gun they used to try to end it all, them and their partner.
He doesn't know. But he does know loss. ]
Pretty sure your twin wouldn't like it if you starved to death, so just eat, ok?
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Wonderful. When things could not be any lower, it's excellent to know we can always resort to guilt tripping via reference to the dead. [That's generally something reserved for their own, personal motivations, rather than something they're willing to take from outside sources. Listlessly, their gaze drifts to the soup, watching the steam rise and curl, fading into the air.
Pretty sure Frisk wouldn't like it if they starved to death.
Yep. That sure is just as appetizing as it was two seconds ago.]
...What do you care?
I'm no one to you. My sibling was no one, to you. I highly doubt you have any personal investment in my continued existence, sir.
[They know he doesn't. That was the whole point of their actions; the whole point of what they'd done. Even if the results hadn't been quite as expected- that much had worked out for the best.
And yet, he keeps involving himself anyway.]
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He sits there by the bowl, points of light in empty eye sockets fixed on the kid. ]
Yeah, you're not wrong, kid.
[ His shoulders hitch up, shrugging. It's true, all of it -- they're no one, just a kid, stuck here with the rest of them. A fiercely independent and competent kid, but still, well, a child. ]
I may be a skeleton, but I ain't heartless. Anyway, I'm not doin' this for, uh, your gratitude, or anything.
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[Finally, they sit up. But it's less to move towards the bowl of food than it is to continue fixing them with a hard stare, unyielding in it's judgement.
That's always what it comes down to between them, in the end. Unyielding judgement.]
And yet you aren't the kind to go out of your way either, are you? No. You're the kind of person who sleeps their way up a mountain.
This has nothing to do with your heart, sir. Given the option, you'd undoubtedly do nothing.
So what, pray tell, was so important that you felt the urge to stop a child from achieving the death they were clearly intent on seeking out?
whoops screwed up format
[ So sue him. ]
Whaddya want me to say? You got your whole life ahead of you? [ From the guy who was pretty much throwing in the towel from day one in this place? Even Sans has to huff a bitter little chuckle. ] Look. If you're really, uh, determined to go, just wait a bit.
Maybe someone or something'll come along that makes you change your mind.
[ Like it did for him. ]
shhh it's fine
How much they did. And now, there's no reason for it, not at all.
Fancy him, telling them something like this.]
That ship sailed long ago, sir.
[Something already came along. Multiple times, things have come along; people. A sibling. A family. A Partner. People they cared about. People they were responsible for.
None of it has ever culminated to anything. None of it has ever equated to more than misery, for all involved. It's simply to be expected, from a child who's hurt everyone they know, simply by being around.]
What does a 'happy ending' look like, to you?