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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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"You were supposed to be dead!"
-He wasn't wrong. He was supposed to be dead, he was supposed to be a flower, a faded memory in the back of everyone's minds. But he was here, and it hurts. He didn't ask to be here, he didn't ask to exist like this at all. And from the second he met Chara, he wondered if maybe... maybe it could be okay. They were alive again, they could start over...
A foolish thought. What did Asriel ever do to be forgiven? For what he did to Chara, for what he's done to everyone. He doesn't deserve a second chance.
Asriel's grip on the door loosens, and if Chara pulls the door closed again, they won't be met with any resistance. But as the door slams shut, Asriel rests his head against it, shuddering and sobbing. His mumbling can't be heard through the door, but he repeats it like a mantra in hopes that maybe they will.
"I'm sorry, Chara... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
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"What are you doing?"
They step closer to the door, not quite releasing but talking right at it. "... Are you crying?" Their ears seem like they're working. "Now?"
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"... Don't tell me all that stabbing actually knocked some sanity back into you." The slightest huffs of air accompanies it, but the mockery doesn't even get off the ground. Confusion is giving way to a strange burning in their chest, and it feels distressingly like concern. They don't like it. They thought they'd ripped themself out of that family like an uprooted plant. Asriel doesn't have a foothold with Chara. He's just trying, hoping he'll tug their strings once more.
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"I-I don't know what you're talking about." He sucks in a breath, his voice still shaky with tears. But he raises his voice a little, so that the person on the other side can hear.
"Chara, I thought you were gone. W-when we combined our souls, when we... were attacked, I thought... I thought that was it for us. I don't understand how you got here, but... I missed you so much, Chara."
It was awful, waking up as a flower. Without them there. It was a horrible, lonely experience that he never wanted to relive again.
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He doesn't remember.
Something must have happened when they arrived. Asriel came back wrong. He lost some of his memories like everyone else.
Chara presses their forehead to the door, eyes huge and voice airless. "Hey, Asriel..." Casual. Almost singsong. They try to tone it down. "When's the last time we talked?"
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"...You were sick. The last time we spoke it was..."
He shudders, not wanting to remember Chara's final moments. He's never seen a human die before, it's something he doesn't want to see again.
"Right before we went to the surface."
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... Yeah. They'd been pretty sick during that time. Scabs on their throat, and mouth, and so deep inside of them the pain was dissolving them from the inside out, and blood such a heavy stench in the children's room that not even flowers or a high-strength cleaning spell could make it go away. Chara can still taste it a little. There's a sharp pain on their lip and they let go, and it's nearly familiar.
"Is that the last thing you remember?" They chirp. Their head is closer to the crack between the door and the wall, and this strange exhilaration in them refuses to be identified. They throw words at it distractedly, and none stick. Rage. Hope. Fear. Love.
None of the above.
"The last thing--do you remember the surface? And--" Their throat is closing again, clipping their last words on the way out. How far back does this really go?
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"Mm... I-I remember we went to the surface. I... carried you, and..." His chest tightens.
"We were attacked," Asriel doesn't bring up how Chara took his body and they fought for control. "I... went back, to where the garden was and... that's the last thing I remember."
Until he woke up as Flowey. There's a part of him that doesn't want to tell them that, but it's not something he can really leave out.
"I woke up, but I wasn't really 'me' anymore. I was a flower, and you... you weren't there anymore, Chara. Your soul, or mine."
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"Is that all?"
They can see some parts he's leaving out. Poor Asriel. Too weak to talk about it. Too hurt to acknowledge the way they hurt him when he's so desperately missing their unique flavor of sibling love.
He became a flower. Flowey began, and... is that where his regression ends, too?
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"That's it."
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"... That's the last thing I remember, too."
What are they doing?
"I guess my mind only stuck around for as long as my soul did."
... What are they doing? This isn't sustainable. He's going to find out, and when he does he'll be hurt. Of course, he's going to be hurt one way or another, isn't he? Maybe if they give themself enough time to work up to it they can come up with a better plan.
Maybe they'll kill him, Chara thinks a little desperately. It would solve the question of how or when to say anything at the very least.
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He remembers the moment that Chara took control of his arm. The look of panic and terror in the eyes of the first human he - they - saw. That man's face is still burned into his memories. And it was then Asriel understood that taking the souls by using their new power would only cause so much more sorrow and devastation.
But he still lost Chara in the end. The one person he cared about most.
"...I searched for you. For such a long time..."
Small hands wrap around the door again slowly, pushing it very gently. Testing to see if it would be forced closed again. Asriel forces a smile, but it's forced and broken.
"Ha... you, y-you really scared me, Chara. I-I thought after... after Sans you really were gone this time."
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Chara lets go of the door, really studying their brother this time. He looks awful. Some of his fur is still out of place from the door alone, and other parts are plastered flat from tears.
"I'm sorry, Asriel," they say softly. "I didn't mean to make you worry."
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"I-I'm so glad you're back...!"
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They're still both very small, Chara reflects, feeling Asriel's back shake from sniffing. He was always too young this way.
"Don't do that," they murmur, words coming in familiar packages. The world is spinning slightly, and they're glad they have him to hold on to. "You're fine. Stop crying, now."
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"I-it's hard to stop..."
His shaking slows. It feels like all he's done once he's arrived is cry. When he looks up at Chara again, his eyes are still misty.
"Chara... I still don't understand. I thought Sans...?"
Killed him. He even talked to Sans in the Hold and he confessed to it. So how in the world did they come back? Was a reset?
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... Too honest? Even with context it's not a very obvious reference. They refuse to worry, trusting that Asriel won't notice it at all.
"The Captains brought me back, so I guess I owe them a thank-you, sometime."