thisavrou_log | OTA and Closed

Who: Chara and misc!
When: Any time, will probably span as far back as Feb 24th
Where: Training Simulation Room, Library, maybe Medbay, and misc
What: Chara learns things about and in the simulation room, and avoids counseling where they can.
Warnings: General dark theme warnings for Chara! Also Undertale Spoilers.

Training Simulation Room - OTA

The Simulation Room's Default Environment #4 settings reminded them of a magazine cover. Not the interesting kind, but the boring one, with green golf courses and perfect people with perfect teeth. They were in a similar green field right now. The sky was completely blue.

Chara lifted their wrist, poking experimentally. Hadn't there been a note taped to the wall somewhere talking about controlling the room from the inside? It hadn't been very clear, and Chara is distracted for several minutes.

Without much outward warning the field shifts, and suddenly green is mixed with a carpet of yellow flowers. The effect on Chara couldn't be more different: their wrist falls to their side, and they don't seem bored anymore.

It's a sight that could hold them for a long time. They'll probably still be standing that way when someone else arrives.

Library - Closed

Their eyes hurt, and every few minutes Chara catches themself staring vacantly at some shelves beyond the book's top. They're not used to this much reading, and it's taxing them like exercisng a rarely used muscle. Can they really keep this up forever? Probably not. They have't thought that far.

There's nothing long-term-thinking at all about the way they've taken to hiding in the library. Their MID weighs on their wrist like a leaden weight, and they know there's things they should be doing. Screw those things! No one's the boss of them. They turn another page very defiantly, sinking further down in their chair.

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Eggsy twists around his opponent, snaking an arm up and around his dummy's neck, applying steady even pressure. It reacts like an actual person would, fights back, but he holds until it goes limp, the hologram flickering out. It was quick, and he hadn't used his 'knife', but he was more interested in Chara and what they're doing.

"You done this before then? Somethin' like this?"

He wasn't blind, he could see their movements, and he kind of really liked helping them like this.

"Use the rest of your body. Kick, hit with your other hand. If you can't reach, bring them to your level."

They turn an ear towards him, but otherwise ignore his first question. 'Yes'. 'Almost yes'. They'll deal with it later.

'I know that', Chara wants to shout back, 'but it keeps not moving!' Too bad. Excuses are for quitters, and if Chara can't figure out how to take this crappy thing out then it's their own fault for losing. (Especially if it's just a mindless dummy. They can't be that pathetic.)

They grit their teeth and give his advice a shot anyway, and--yes, more of that untrained ability. They spring into the air to combine fantastic air-time with a cruddy kick, and the effect is that a blow that should've broken the dummy's neck only shoves it off balance. That's okay: while the dummy staggers they surge forward and swing the knife again. Red stretches from its ribs to hip, and the dummy flickers, then blinks out.

It's over. No blood or dust. No sense of accomplishment, either.

They round on Eggsy, eyes bright and focused. "That one sucked." It comes out like an accusation. "Give me one that actually attacks, next time! I'll do better." ... Where did his dummy--right, he killed it. (Vanished it.) They'd noticed in their peripheral vision.

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Eggsy's got his hands on his hips, nodding approvingly when the dummy flickers and vanishes.

"That was blood fantastic. The way you kicked it then attacked after."

He's grinning, he can't help himself. Now, Eggsy might not approve of murder for the sake of murder, but having the skills to protect yourself or the people you love, yeah, that's something he can get behind.

"Amazin', really."

Pausing, he taps the small bar in the palm of his other hand, expression thoughtful.

"How do you wanna do this? Wanna try takin' out a group together? Cause I think that with my strength and your speed, we could take 'em out fast."

Accusation bleeds out of them, and as it clears it leaves behind something more naked: a hunger for approval. He thought they were cool. Or at least, that the cool things they did were cool. None of Chara's skills were something most people would look upon kindly, because either Chara was attacking people or they were attacking people's friends, and even the most forgiving person was usually distracted.

"You'd want to fight with me?"

Would you really, Chara wonders. Possibilities reaching beyond the training room race through their mind in a flash. What kind of person would he be if he actually wanted to help them kill? Where would the ship's crew be? How would he act when covered in blood, and would this sweetness keep right on going for a hair-raising incongruency? What would he be like as a partner in spreading death?

He'd probably hog all the EXP, Chara decides. That wasn't acceptable. Neither was sharing even one bit at all, honestly; Chara needed everything they could possibly get, and Eggsy would interfere with that.

Oh well. The nice (so pathetic) thought is gone as quickly as it arrived.

"Yeah, course I would. You obviously got some trainin' in already. A little rough around the edges, but it ain't nothin' some practice can't fix."

He steps in a little closer, brows raised, a hand out.

"Sometimes that's all it takes, yeah? Someone thinkin' you've got potential and suddenly everythin's different. There's somethin' there, in you, I can see it."

Eggsy might not know exactly what it was, a mix of things honestly, but it was something he could relate to, somewhat and he wanted to be for Chara what Harry had been for him.

"I do gotta be honest and tell ya that I only do this," he waves around the room. "Hurtin' others, if it's for a good reason. Ya get me? I'll fight with ya even outside of here if the reason's right."

They've withdrawn by this point, and the look he gets is loaded with distance and meaning and cold answers that he would need a dictionary to make sense out of. How utterly idealistic o him; does he also see in their eyes the deaths of every innocent they've ever killed? If not, he should get his eyes checked, because surely they're in there somewhere.

"Okay," they say out loud. "What's a good reason? ... Protecting people?" He certainly seems the type.

Eggsy wasn't the type to just drop someone when things got rough, he'd stick around, had faith they could be and do better. Chara, unfortunately or fortunately depending on perspective, had themselves a new friend.

"Yeah, that. But it ain't the only reason. Sometimes people have to be stopped. Sometimes it can't be helped. Ya get me? It's not all black and white. Gotta do what we gotta do."

Vindication swells in their chest, because yes, that's what they've been trying to tell Frisk all along. Sometimes it was necessary. It wasn't bad to stop someone who was hurting you, and sometimes people were just plain evil. He got that. He was blind, but maybe he wasn't actually so unreasonable.

"... Okay." Their eyes sweep him again, and they mumble indistinctly, "'ll remember that." Rude--but not intentionally so.

"We just have to remember where the line is. Sometimes we've gotta cross it, sometimes we have to make sure we don't."

Eggsy is way past his limit on giving advice. He's out of practice with it, fuck, he's never had any practice with it. He waves a hand, gesturing to the room.

"Anyways, wanna go again?"

Whatever. Chara seems as eager to continue the subject as Eggsy is, and they bob their head quickly.

"Make it attack this time."

Will it actually make things easier for them? They hope so. Even if they get hit, surely it'll provide more opportunities than a dummy that blocks every attack. Chara's used to chasing, not sieges, and this should bring them closer to it.

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