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thisavrou_log2016-02-15 06:37 pm
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Who: Chara and YOU!
When: After they resurge on the 8th, and ending when the voting on their murder sentence is determined.
Where: Galley, Bow, Housing Decks, Hold, and potentially anywhere else.
What: Catchall for Chara post resurge. Chara kills Sans. Chara stays in the hold after the murder.
Warnings: Dark themes and warnings for Chara, plus strong likelihood of Undertale spoilers.
Galley
The second work week in the kitchens is nearly over by the time Chara finally shows up. They offer no explanations for their absence on their own, and it's clear that they're only there to avoid having to be anywhere else. Still, their work is good; sometimes they'll appear at someone's elbow to reach past them for a utensil they've been sent after. Other times they'll lay out ingredients, and when they make the occasional mistake they correct it without complaint.
Everyone else has already had a few shifts to learn the ropes, and Chara sticks out like a sore thumb. It doesn't help that they're smaller than everyone, and it's a fact made especially obvious when they're sent dish-washing. They have to lift their elbows to reach into the sink, and their apron has been folded over at the waist so as to not reach their ankles.
They could probably use some help. That dirty cooking pot looks heavy.
The Bow
It's like the observation deck, but it's also not. They don't feel anything while standing by the same stars that watched them die, and for all that their eyes move over them, they're not even paying attention.
The Gunnery is empty. The door is closed, and Chara is standing mere feet away from it, arms crossed and chewing on the inside of their cheek. They haven't been here since the ship was struggling to escape with its precious load of rescued lives, and the lights are out at this time, with a stillness that seems oddly bereft. Chara's not making any attempts to get inside; it's as though the room itself has echoes of an intent that they're absorbing passively, like water creeping up strips of paper.
They seem lost in thought.
Nomo and Mero Deck
Both of the decks they're not on have communal bathing areas. That's about as much as they can tell from the looks of the doors, and they're reluctant to talk to anyone at all, let alone recruit someone to help them explore. This is perhaps the second time they've appeared on these levels. Like the first time, they walk through without going towards any specific room, and when they're done they pause at the end to look back.
They're still standing still when someone else appears. As though not wanting to seem lost, Chara stirs immediately and begins to leave.
Moro Deck
Generous lighting, soft beds, and desk sets that all match. The hallway wasn't dim outside, but Chara stands in the doorway and blinks anyway, adjusting. At some level they'd pictured their old room. They knew it would be different, but somehow the contrast between a shared room for children underground and this housing deck really drives it home.
Chara steps inside. They don't have anything to put down, and they own nothing that isn't 'borrowed', or ruined by their own grisly demise. That's fine. They avoid having to think about it by exploring the room, reaching for light switches and opening drawers.
Wildcard and catch-all! Suggest a place, or just assume they're taking a meal in the emptiest corner of the Mess Hall they could find and clearly need someone to eat with them.
When: After they resurge on the 8th, and ending when the voting on their murder sentence is determined.
Where: Galley, Bow, Housing Decks, Hold, and potentially anywhere else.
What: Catchall for Chara post resurge. Chara kills Sans. Chara stays in the hold after the murder.
Warnings: Dark themes and warnings for Chara, plus strong likelihood of Undertale spoilers.
Galley
The second work week in the kitchens is nearly over by the time Chara finally shows up. They offer no explanations for their absence on their own, and it's clear that they're only there to avoid having to be anywhere else. Still, their work is good; sometimes they'll appear at someone's elbow to reach past them for a utensil they've been sent after. Other times they'll lay out ingredients, and when they make the occasional mistake they correct it without complaint.
Everyone else has already had a few shifts to learn the ropes, and Chara sticks out like a sore thumb. It doesn't help that they're smaller than everyone, and it's a fact made especially obvious when they're sent dish-washing. They have to lift their elbows to reach into the sink, and their apron has been folded over at the waist so as to not reach their ankles.
They could probably use some help. That dirty cooking pot looks heavy.
The Bow
It's like the observation deck, but it's also not. They don't feel anything while standing by the same stars that watched them die, and for all that their eyes move over them, they're not even paying attention.
The Gunnery is empty. The door is closed, and Chara is standing mere feet away from it, arms crossed and chewing on the inside of their cheek. They haven't been here since the ship was struggling to escape with its precious load of rescued lives, and the lights are out at this time, with a stillness that seems oddly bereft. Chara's not making any attempts to get inside; it's as though the room itself has echoes of an intent that they're absorbing passively, like water creeping up strips of paper.
They seem lost in thought.
Nomo and Mero Deck
Both of the decks they're not on have communal bathing areas. That's about as much as they can tell from the looks of the doors, and they're reluctant to talk to anyone at all, let alone recruit someone to help them explore. This is perhaps the second time they've appeared on these levels. Like the first time, they walk through without going towards any specific room, and when they're done they pause at the end to look back.
They're still standing still when someone else appears. As though not wanting to seem lost, Chara stirs immediately and begins to leave.
Moro Deck
Generous lighting, soft beds, and desk sets that all match. The hallway wasn't dim outside, but Chara stands in the doorway and blinks anyway, adjusting. At some level they'd pictured their old room. They knew it would be different, but somehow the contrast between a shared room for children underground and this housing deck really drives it home.
Chara steps inside. They don't have anything to put down, and they own nothing that isn't 'borrowed', or ruined by their own grisly demise. That's fine. They avoid having to think about it by exploring the room, reaching for light switches and opening drawers.
Wildcard and catch-all! Suggest a place, or just assume they're taking a meal in the emptiest corner of the Mess Hall they could find and clearly need someone to eat with them.
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No one except this little boy that's come back, apparently. The mop in his hands is as surprising as discovering his height, and Chara stops with the cloth in hand, looking between the two.
"What're you... Seriously?" Chara sort of wants to take offense at how much he's butting in. That, or mock him for whoever he's trying to please. What kind of kid does this kind of thing? He must be a real teacher's pet. Look at him and that good mood.
The mop is adult-sized, but the kid doesn't struggle at all. Chara puts the towel down in the last puddle on this side of the sink, watching him surreptitiously. If he wants to do that, then he can be their guest. It's enough that they'll avoid stepping in the water he hasn't gotten to yet, even though it doubles how far they have to reach to wring out the towel.
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"What's wrong?" he asks, blinking. He looks down at his boots to make sure he isn't at risk of stepping into it and thus tracking dirty water across the rest of the kitchen.
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They finish that side of the counter (sorta), then cross behind Link to get to the other side. It's an excuse to look at his sword and shield where he might not immediately see them, and Chara focuses properly on their work when they're past.
"Do you do this all the time?" It's the only explanation for how he's not fighting that mop like a dog with a stick.
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It's hard to say whether or not he notices Chara's attention to his sword and shield. He's pretty used to people paying attention to that. The Gilded Sword is nearly as long as he is tall, and the Mirror Shield has a gaping, screaming mouth on it... and, well. Everything. But he's taken to wearing them with his uniform anyway, because he doesn't really feel comfortable going anywhere unequipped. Maybe he doesn't feel like he's going to need them, either, but...
Link is lifting the mop to dunk its head into the bucket when the other kid speaks up again. He blinks at them for a second, mop dripping back onto the floor. He considers what they probably mean by "all the time" as he quickly plunges it down into the suds.
"No. Just mostly since I came here," he admits.
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"What about before?" And do they really want an answer? The sword glints in the plain kitchen lighting and the shield's rictus stares out from their memory. Yeah, they sigh inwardly, they kind of do.
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Finally, he settles on, "I didn't stay in one place long enough to have to clean it," which is the truth. ... well. An amendment: "Not for a long time." Because he had to sweep out his treehouse, and keep it orderly so he could find everything.
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"Did you move because you killed people?"
Morbid curiosity has stopped their sponge in the middle of a puddle, and they're not even pretending to look away.
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"What? No." He isn't trying to hide his surprise; he looks and sounds as startled as he feels. "I traveled a lot because I was helping people."
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"Oh." They look back at the sword for a long moment. "By... fighting? People?" What else is a sword used for, clearing brush?
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He had fought Ganondorf and other Gerudo. He had fought the Garo and some Deku. But most of the time, it was monsters. And even then, he knows that there are people who would consider Deku monsters.
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It's a surprise, and Chara spends a few seconds digesting it. The first part of them to break out of that stillness is the hand on the sponge, and they return to working with unconvincing attention. He's even smaller than Chara--but then, Chara was already proof that size didn't matter at all, weren't they?
"Where was this? And--why were you using a sword?" They feel as though they ought to be upset, and perhaps even horrified. Territorial? 'Sorry, kid, the only person slaughtering monsters around here is me!' They huff very quietly. No, but--it wasn't right for humans to kill monsters. But Chara had killed monsters, and lots of them. That was because Chara was special--but no, they were just a special kind of awful, and everyone was supposed to die as fast as possible, so why did it matter to them that one puny human runt was culling a few on the side?
They can't identify the strange tension seeping through them. It feels like someone's banging pots and pants around their chest, and they can't for the life of them understand why.
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It's starting to become clear that there's... something going on here. He just doesn't have any idea what it might be. Their huff doesn't make things any clearer, either. There's nothing to it but to keep going, to answer questions until the reasoning becomes clear, if it does. He doesn't see any reason... not to answer. But he's still going to try to be... careful. He doesn't know what to be careful with, or what he thinks might happen if he isn't, but... It just seems like the kind of thing he should be cautious about.
"Hyrule," he replies, because he's not really sure how else to say. "And... then, Termina." Now, he has to figure out how to answer that second question. He really just... doesn't even know. "It was... what was there." It's...
... it's. It's complicated. The closest way to describe the entire situation that he can think of. He borrowed the Kokiri Sword, and then the Master Sword... But, he has a feeling they're not talking about the specific sword, but in general. And, that's what he doesn't really know how to answer.
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They're still going through the motions of cleaning. There's an odd smile on their face, and they wonder why, because they're not very happy at all. "Where--where else are you from? ... Monsters--" They glance. "They're all trapped underground."
Right?
It's a question that they don't want to ask. No matter what Link replies, they know it'll land sharp, like a knife in their unprotected flesh.
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Finally, he caves and admits, "I don't understand." He says it like it's an apology. "But... Nowhere I've been has a Mt. Ebott."
He stops to consider the other kid, looks at them with the kind of gaze that says he's not trying to study the way they look so much as... something else. Something deeper. The fact that they asked after a specific location... Link thinks he finally has a little better footing on what's going on. Kind of. But, he wants to ask, first. To make sure. He doesn't want to assume and get something wrong. Not when they seem... upset. He doesn't want to make them more upset.
"What do you mean?" About the monsters being trapped underground.
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"Monsters are all trapped underground," they explain. "Humans sealed them there, back at the end of that human and monster war. It was a long time ago, so no one remembers now. Usually." The sponge is soggy and useless, and they abandon it altogether. "But that was all of them. Those monsters. If there were more somewhere else that everyone forgot, too, then that means..."
If there were more monsters elsewhere, then the monsters under Mt Ebott weren't the last of their kind. Maybe that means that Chara tried to leave that world prematurely. Maybe they've been dumped in this hell because they didn't actually kill all the monsters when they thought they had, and there'd been more left for them to go towards that final 'absolute'. Maybe this means that the sins of all the humans that've sealed monsters away are double what Chara had expected, because now humans haven't just done it once, but maybe twice.
"Hey." Their eyes swing his way without seeing. "Things sound pretty similar, but--do you know how to tell if two people are from the same world or not?"
If he's not from their world, then they're done. They killed everyone. And if he is... well.
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"No. I haven't heard a story like that before, but..." He shrugs. "People in Hyrule don't tell stories about Termina." So, it would be hard for him to say if they're from the same world or not. It's possible that Mt. Ebott is in a land he hasn't visited before. He hasn't ever seen a map of the entire world, now that he thinks about it.
He thinks a little more about the story, and then adds, "There aren't very many humans in Hyrule, though. There are Hylians, Zora, Gorons, Gerudo, Kokiri, fairies, Deku... But humans aren't common." The Shooting Gallery owner in Kakariko, he thinks, is human.
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It wasn't obvious, and Chara's presses their lips together, turning back to the counter. The sponge is still lying there. A distraction would be good, so they pick it up and crush it over the sink. It's kind of like killing a mold monster, or it would be if they'd ever killed one bare handed.
"What are all those... 'things', anyway," Chara asks, not lifting their eyes. "Are they like aliens, or something?"
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From what he understands of aliens, they're like Them, or something. So, Link shakes his head. "They're people. They just look different. And... can do different things." That's the best way he can summarize it. He'll describe one for example. "Zora are like... Hylians, and fish, at the same time. They have fins, and they can breathe underwater, and swim really good. But Gorons, they're big and eat rocks. If they curl up, they look like boulders. And they can roll like boulders, too. Stuff like that."
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"Sounds to me like those are names for kinds of monsters," they drawl calmly. He's a hypocrite, and Chara turns around to lean back against the counter. "They're probably monsters with really big families, but monsters are monsters."
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He's never heard anyone call a Zora or a Goron a monster before, and so he figured they were just different kinds of people. But he's fought monsters who could talk before. Poes are considered monsters, but the last Poe Sister in the Forest Temple mourned her sisters.
"It could be," Link admits. "The monsters people talk about, where I'm from, seemed a lot like animals. They're stronger, and more magical, but... Not all of them are like that. But people still called them monsters, and never called Zora or Gorons monsters." He tilts his head, still thinking. "I guess I don't know how it works."
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"That's kind of messed up, don't you think? Some monsters are 'monsters', and the rest get to be people. I bet it makes it easier for them to chose who they have to be nice to."
Humans, monsters--they're all sickening. It doesn't matter where or when, because sooner or later their baser qualities will shine through. Chara wonders if this kid will see it, or if he's one of those that'll stand straight with a face that blazes righteous trust, countering them until all that's left for him are blind scraps of hope.
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People call Deku monsters. But even the Mad Scrubs are smart, can talk, have personalities. And how many of those has he...?
The Poes are known to be harmful to people. The Poes in the Forest Temple... They didn't ever really attack him first, did they?
"I... Yeah." His answer comes... subdued. Guilt is visibly starting to settle on his shoulders. They're right. It is messed up. And it's messed up that he just... he didn't ever think twice about it. And now, he doesn't... he doesn't know what to do about it, either. Is this really something he can... he doesn't know. There's no taking back what's been done. But... There has to be something... he...
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The stillness breaks when they push off the counter, tilting their head. "You know, there's no need to get so upset about it."
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"What? Why?"
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It's like dangling a string over a cat. Chara suspects he might have a moral reach enough to bat at their logic, but he also might just fall over, unable to support his own weight. What a little hero. Does he genuinely think about right and wrong, or is he just playing pretend?
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