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lifeaftr2019-01-15 05:10 am
cacoethes_mori) wrote in lifeaftr2019-01-15 05:10 am
I like it when I sense things that I can’t see yet
Who: Foster, Muffet, and the Knight
What: Exploration of Monsun!
When: 1/11
Where: Monsun D4
Warnings: Foster's here, but nothing specific atm
It was really, really inevitable that the puddles of Voidish goo would attract Foster, moth to flame, the imminent danger to his insatiable need to throw himself over every grenade.
Yeah.
The good news is that something about this side of Monsun has actually evaporated Foster's obsequious and aggressive self-deprecation, and with it his tendency to reverse-psychology people out of or into doing whatever it is he wanted them to (not?) do in the first place. Which you'd think would actually be his worse nature, but apparently not.
Because he's actually still sort of an asshole. Just a more direct one. And a lot more... confident about it.
For example: he's totally blown of both of his companions to investigate the evidence of something wrong, and kneels over a pool of tar-black fluid. He can feel, hovering his paw over it, that something is wrong about it.
So, of course, he dips the tips of his claws into it.
What: Exploration of Monsun!
When: 1/11
Where: Monsun D4
Warnings: Foster's here, but nothing specific atm
It was really, really inevitable that the puddles of Voidish goo would attract Foster, moth to flame, the imminent danger to his insatiable need to throw himself over every grenade.
Yeah.
The good news is that something about this side of Monsun has actually evaporated Foster's obsequious and aggressive self-deprecation, and with it his tendency to reverse-psychology people out of or into doing whatever it is he wanted them to (not?) do in the first place. Which you'd think would actually be his worse nature, but apparently not.
Because he's actually still sort of an asshole. Just a more direct one. And a lot more... confident about it.
For example: he's totally blown of both of his companions to investigate the evidence of something wrong, and kneels over a pool of tar-black fluid. He can feel, hovering his paw over it, that something is wrong about it.
So, of course, he dips the tips of his claws into it.
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And then Foster goes and just dips his hand into it and they bolt up to him in clear confusion, like why did you do that??
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[Thanks to Monsun's effects, the weariness and tension of her stay in LifeAftr has ebbed a little, so her reply is more dry than anything:]
You know, I'm fairly certain we could have tried prodding it with a stick first, if you wanted to experiment.
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It leaves him breathless, wanting more--the urge to just shove his entire paw into the pooling blackness is overwhelming, and that is exactly what he does, pressing the full palm and all five of his digital pads into the puddle and leaving them there for a few seconds to crawl into his nerves, wet and pinprick cold, to let it shudder out of him in breathless laughter, to really experience it before he lifts his paw from the cold slime.]
No.
[Foster says this with absolute calm, like he is certain of no fact as much as that one. And in the moment, anyway, it's true. A stick wouldn't have taught him that!]
We already know what it does to sticks!
I want to know what it does to bodies.
[He flashes a smile at the Knight--then, still smiling, sticks two clawtips in his mouth, making eye contact with Muffet as he does.
....
It tastes like nothing at all.]
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[Muffet returns the eye contact, unperturbed. She's not thrilled with Foster's blatant lack of self-preservation instincts, but he's a grown-ass man. He can endanger his life if he really wants to, it's his right.]
[Now if the Knight follows his example, then she's going to be concerned. Fortunately, she suspects they're a bit more sensible.]
But I suppose the point's moot now, so I may as well ask- what effects are you feeling from it, if any? Visually, not much has changed...
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And...well, it doesn't seem to be hurting him immediately, so it's fine. Still, they stay well away from the blackness, choosing instead to cling to Muffet's leg gently and stare at this strange behaviour. ]
CW... uh, speculative horror
Only when he's done does he redirect his attention to his actual paw, scrutinising it front and back with a studious air.]
....it tastes like nothing.
[He sounds... disappointed. But perks up(?) almost immediately.]
I wouldn't touch it, though, there's... a chill to it, hahaha... it probably didn't do nothing. I'm sure I'll start coughing up black goo as it dissolves my organs from the inside, or spread through my nerves while I'm warped into an uncontrollable monster, or taint my soul with a curse that will mark me for servitude to an unforgiving master, or--
[He just keeps going, spitballing more and more creative, horrible consequences to his action, and he's getting increasingly excited about it.]
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[Fortunately, she's good at multitasking, so she has no trouble casually continuing her... conversation? Whatever this is.]
Hm... well, I can't exactly examine your nerves at the moment, but I could take a look at your soul and see if anything seems amiss, if you like.
[She's helping. Sort of.]
Writing him like this is terrible, he's being terrible, no tw but like, awful anyway
Hahaha! How brave! Are you sure that's a choice you want to make...? Something so repulsive and nasty as that--I would know.
--oh, that's right. It's green.
[His voice drips with something, but does anyone really want to examine the details of that? Probably not.]
I don't know if we're going in a specific tag order or not and by this point I'm too afraid to ask.
[Muffet arches a proverbial eyebrow. She's not shocked, per se, but she is intrigued, now.]
Most people I've met outside my own species seemed to be unaware that souls had colors, until I brought it up in conversation, let alone already aware of their own shade. Did you have the opportunity to examine yours, at some point?
Okay apparently we're not
[The raw revulsion in his voice at the word 'living' is equal parts disgust and pure, unadulterated contempt.
Not a big fan of his own being alive, especially at this stage of things.]
Now it is... no longer wholly mine. Haha!
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[The idea of of a soul being partially taken, though... Now that is new. Muffet is certainly curious- though, ever precise, she still takes the time to ask:]
To clarify, do you mean that a part of your soul is no longer in your possession? Or is it that all of it still remains within you, but is not entirely under your control?
[They are talking about the manifestation of someone's being, after all. Accuracy is important.]
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Anyway, he just starts laughing at that question, and keeps laughing. This is a totally normal way for someone to react. Absolutely.]