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thisavrou_log2017-06-12 12:32 am
mttbrandlegs) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-06-12 12:32 am
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Who: Mettaton and anyone crashing in Rinzler's home, including Rinzler because it is his home.
When: Backdated to 6/10
Where: Rinzler's condo
What: It is time to die from monster sadness.
Warnings: Character death
It's been days since Mettaton's moved. All he'd done lately was sit, charge, and feel sorry for himself. The few conversations he did have all ended rather quickly and his words became progressively more impassive and lacking in any conviction...but to his credit, despite the encroaching despair, Mettaton did try to hold out until he was alone.
He tried to hold on just long enough that no one was around...and now that everyone was exploring the new Earth, it seemed a proper moment.
No one had to see him like this, see him close his eye, go slack, and start to give in.
You can't move anymore. But you don't have to, he tells himself. It doesn't make him feel better, but maybe Asriel and Frisk won't have to see a sad, pathetic excuse for a monster die this way, and that does assuage him, even as his SOUL begins to fracture and give in. It's fine, he'll keep telling himself that.
He'll keep telling himself he isn't afraid like the last time, and that he didn't regret this...
When: Backdated to 6/10
Where: Rinzler's condo
What: It is time to die from monster sadness.
Warnings: Character death
It's been days since Mettaton's moved. All he'd done lately was sit, charge, and feel sorry for himself. The few conversations he did have all ended rather quickly and his words became progressively more impassive and lacking in any conviction...but to his credit, despite the encroaching despair, Mettaton did try to hold out until he was alone.
He tried to hold on just long enough that no one was around...and now that everyone was exploring the new Earth, it seemed a proper moment.
No one had to see him like this, see him close his eye, go slack, and start to give in.
You can't move anymore. But you don't have to, he tells himself. It doesn't make him feel better, but maybe Asriel and Frisk won't have to see a sad, pathetic excuse for a monster die this way, and that does assuage him, even as his SOUL begins to fracture and give in. It's fine, he'll keep telling himself that.
He'll keep telling himself he isn't afraid like the last time, and that he didn't regret this...
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Rinzler knows, in short, that Chara is right.
Frisk and Asriel aren't empty. But they aren't fighting, either, can't even recognize a reason, and the odds are very small indeed that this could be so easily resolved. What he'll do if (when) that fails, he doesn't know.
[can't]
Noise skips and quiets, and Rinzler bows his head. Agreed.
No forgetting.
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"Good." Breathe, slowly. Eyes closed. And then - open, once more.
A plan of action. Yet to be implemented, but a start, no doubt.
"Then I will see to it that they've not self-destructed in the interim."
A wry sentence, painted over the warming threat underlying. This is not over. They will address what needs addressing in due time. And they will keep ready for the instance in which Clu's presence is made transparent to them.
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The text interface hasn't quite faded yet, but Rinzler ignores it, taking a step instead toward the roof's edge. He'll be up here a while longer. Or anywhere not in that room.
He won't forget, but he doesn't need to be reminded. Or worse, reassured. Not when he can't do anything to make it right.