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[forwearemany]

Who: Legion and you + a couple of closed toplevels
What: Revival
When: Jan 28th
Where: Temple + other locations on Enso
Warnings: Mentions of death. Not sure what else will come up.

(The Shadow's cruel words are partially obscured by static and the feedback from damaged systems, and the sight of its departure fades as Legion's vision cuts out.

Then, they wake up.

Disoriented, they spend some time wandering around the temple and the surrounding area.

For those who encounter them, it should be immediately obvious that something is wrong: they are unable to speak in any language save for Geth.)

Comments

Knight

[forwearemany]

(They will acquire functional components and usable materials from their destroyed platform. It is efficient.

Though they do not require assistance at this task, the company of a fellow synthetic is welcome.)

[lightlessfuture]

( Legion is unable to really communicate with them in the manner they do normally, but the Knight follows them around anyway when they're not otherwise occupied.

They can't really talk to them, not until their voice truly comes back, but that's okay. They don't need to talk to Legion to keep them company.

They'd moved the body away from somewhere so public, decorated it with flowers to make it seem less lonely. They can at least brush the the flowers aside, so they'll do that while Legion gets to...doing what they do with it.

They admit, they're curious. They've seen bugs eat their own moults before, but this is definitely different. )

[forwearemany]

(Communication is limited, but they do not mind. They are the only synthetic for which it has not been, until now.

They stare, curious, as the Knight brushes flowers from their old chassis. They are uncertain as to the purpose of placing them there.

Finally, they crouch down, set the pot in which they intend to catch any usable blood aside, and begin to take out their tools.

The tools themselves are as limited as their ability to communicate: knives, a soldering iron for welding plastic.

They will "make do".)

[lightlessfuture]

( Flowers for the peace of the dead. It's a thing they've seen repeated over and over on their journey and in Hallownest, so it's instinctive at this point.

But Legion is right there, so. It just seems messy now. They finish picking off the flowers and step back a little to give their friend space, tilting their head in clear, attentive curiosity.

This might not be in their sphere of experience, but certainly - they want to learn. )

[forwearemany]

(They stare at the Knight for a few moments, even after they've finished removing the flora they had placed.

Finally, with a burst of chatter, they begin to work on draining the corpse of any usable blood.)

Drifter

[forwearemany]

(Almost as soon as they get their bearings, they seek their ally, wishing to discuss the topic of their shadow.)

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter has looked better.]

[Their Shadow more or less kicked the everloving shit out of them, and with no set place to recuperate, they've essentially chosen to simply rest by the Storyteller's Temple. They're constrained there out of necessity; if they had it their way, they wouldn't be waiting anywhere at all.]

[But their body is broken, tired, and sore. There is only so far they can push themself before they risk simply passing out from sheer exhaustion, and injury.]

[So, currently, that's where they are - at the Temple, propped up against one of the walls just outside it. Their eyes are, briefly shut - a rare moment of rest.]

[forwearemany]

(It is difficult, without voice and without touch, to get someone's attention, but even if it were not, they would not interrupt the Drifter.

Instead, they stand nearby, and wait.)

[hyperlit]

[Eventually, they register another presence nearby. The Drifter's eyes open, and they peer up at Legion's now-familiar silhouette. They've no notion of what transpired between them and their Shadow; they've no memory of any encounter, and no knowledge that Legion has perished in the interim at all.]

[They were rather...distracted after their Shadow thrashed them, namely with trying not to bleed internally.]

hello

[forwearemany]

(Legion does not blame them.

They chatter a greeting in Geth.

After a moment, they awkwardly attempt to sign a greeting.)

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter blinks. Their understanding of Geth is still...rather limited, and so the greeting escapes them. Something is wrong; this much is evident. They switch to signing, a conscious choice, as if that might compensate for the sudden lack of comprehension between them.]

Are you all right?

[forwearemany]

(They shake their head, then look at the temple.

Will the Drifter understand their meaning? That they just exited there after being revived? They are uncertain.)

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter follows their glance at the Temple, then...it's not apparent to them, what they mean. They push themself to their feet and start to move to investigate. Their gait is slow and pained; it will be obvious, even at a glance, that they're recovering from some grievous injury, or perhaps several. They move with a slight limp, unevenly, and one hand remains curled around their middle. Their shoulders are slightly hunched. The skin is taut around their eyes.]

[But there's nothing there that they can see. They glance back at Legion, inquisitive.]

?

[forwearemany]

(They chatter. The Drifter does not understand. They are not entirely surprised.

Died, they finally sign.)

[hyperlit]

[A slow, ponderous blink. They hadn't realized. They hadn't...]

[They have no idea what killed them. They would presume a Shadow, though they've no real reason to guess that it would be their own.]

Did not know.

Enso

[journalname]

Howdy, Legion!

[Asgore is crouched down by some bluescythe flowers, apparently working to dig up one of the plants without disturbing the roots overmuch. He's in a pretty good mood today, what with all the doppelgangers having vanished.]

How are you today?

[forwearemany]

(They do not greet him in return, but they do come over and crouch next to him.

They chatter.)

[journalname]

[Asgore understands absolutely none of that! But he reads something of a question into their joining him.]

I am going to replant this near my home. I have a few of them already, but my tea plants have matured, and I would like to combine the two for a new blend. Are you alright?

[If they can't or don't want to speak right now, that's fine by him, but he should hate to think that it's because of some distress on their part.]

[forwearemany]

(They shake their head, and continue not to speak.

After a moment, they decide to try sign language.

Died.

Will he understand?)

[journalname]

[Asgore frowns, turning away from the flowers to face them more fully as they sign. Ah, so it's that.]

Oh, dear. I am sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?

[forwearemany]

(They shake their head.

After a moment, they attempt to assist in digging up the plant.

They are, perhaps surprisingly, good with plants.)

[journalname]

[Asgore raises his eyebrows a little, but sure! He's always happy to have some help in the garden! Especially since they do seem to know what they're doing.]

Thank you.

[And since they can't communicate while their hands are occupied, he doesn't try to keep up any conversation. Let's! Dig! This! Plant!]

[forwearemany]

(They can't say you're welcome, so they'll just keep working on digging.

They chatter to themselves softly as they do this, but don't stop to communicate anything in a language Asgore would be likely to understand.)

[journalname]

[With two people, it doesn't really take long to get a few flowers nice and ready for relocation. Asgore could easily take both on his own, but he settles for gathering one of them up, watching Legion while he does it to see if they're about to join him for this as well. Asking outright if they're going to, especially when they can't respond, feels a little too much like pressuring.]

[forwearemany]

(They don't seem to object to the subtle suggestion, readily taking the one left for them to carry. They are uncertain of the location of Asgore's residence, and so allow him to take the lead.)