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thisavrou_log2016-03-16 06:16 pm
braceforimpact) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-03-16 06:16 pm
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Screams Geometrically?
Who: Kaworu Nagisa, Frisk, and Toriel
When: March 13th, early morning
Where: Outside Nomo 5
What: Kaworu needs to be taught some boundaries, but this is probably not the day to do it :I
Warnings: Links to Eva videos for sound reference, geometric screaming
Frisk has, entirely by accident, elevated themselves to a person of interest in Kaworu's eyes. But not as a human being, no. As something else. Something alien. Something new. Something even, potentially, dangerous.
Something special.
Which both did and did not explain why he had made a habit of waiting outside the child's room first thing in the morning and greeting them with a warm smile before inviting himself along on the walk to breakfast with them.
It should be noted that Frisk never asked Kaworu to do this.
Nor did Kaworu ask Frisk if they wanted him to do it.
But yet again, on the morning of the thirteenth--long before anyone else was awake--Kaworu placed himself outside Nomo 5's outside door. Waiting. Frisk would emerge soon.
In three... two...
When: March 13th, early morning
Where: Outside Nomo 5
What: Kaworu needs to be taught some boundaries, but this is probably not the day to do it :I
Warnings: Links to Eva videos for sound reference, geometric screaming
Frisk has, entirely by accident, elevated themselves to a person of interest in Kaworu's eyes. But not as a human being, no. As something else. Something alien. Something new. Something even, potentially, dangerous.
Something special.
Which both did and did not explain why he had made a habit of waiting outside the child's room first thing in the morning and greeting them with a warm smile before inviting himself along on the walk to breakfast with them.
It should be noted that Frisk never asked Kaworu to do this.
Nor did Kaworu ask Frisk if they wanted him to do it.
But yet again, on the morning of the thirteenth--long before anyone else was awake--Kaworu placed himself outside Nomo 5's outside door. Waiting. Frisk would emerge soon.
In three... two...
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"Mom!" They rush over to the boss monster to tug her closer, looking frantic and nervous. "He just started screaming and I don't know why! He never sounded like this before!"
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"Are you hurt? Do you need help?" Really all it comes out to is a series of odd noises opposed to her original intent. Toriel is guessing something is wrong, but she isn't quite sure what it is.
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And it shows. In a rare moment of absolute emotional honesty (oh, but when isn't Kaworu honest?), Kaworu's feelings show on his face: in his furrowed brow, in his slightly narrowed eyes, in the downturn of his almost-always-smiling mouth.
This time, he doesn't say anything. He just looks at her.
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It's doesn't even occur to Frisk that it might seem like they're running away from Kaworu at this moment--they're just concerned and worried about their friend right now. Frowning and looking between Toriel and Kaworu, they step back over to him and reach to take his hand, squeezing it gently.
"Kaworu? What's wrong?"
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"If you need to talk, we're right here, dear." She offers gently back.
I laughed the whole time I was writing this, help me God
What he has figured out is that Frisk is, inexplicably, upset. So upset, in fact, that they will literally run from him to seek comfort from this... this dog. (He knows that's not exactly right, but he has no idea what else to call it. He's only seen maybe three different animals in his entire life, and the other two are cats and birds. Of them, 'dog' is closer.)
With that piece of information, his expression relaxes slightly, before softening into a more familiar, reassuring one--a smile.
Stepping forward, he makes brief eye contact with Toriel--acknowledgement, assurance--before placing a gentle hand on Frisk's shoulder.
Whatever he says then is probably meant to be reassuring.
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They're totally deaf now.
Frisk grits their teeth and just barely manages to keep from jolting away from Kaworu, but they are very quick to reach forward and put both hands over his mouth.
"No, shhh!" Frisk shakes their head and puts a finger to their mouth. They don't know HOW he couldn't realize how loud he is right now, but... "Quiet! Your voice is funny right now!"
Taking their hands back and giving him his personal space back, they tap away at the MID to bring up a text screen and hold it up. "Let's use this for now, okay?"
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"Lets hope we can communicate that way." Toriel definitely feels like something is wrong now, she isn't sure what, but Kaworu's body language doesn't communicate distress.
Picturing Toriel as a sort of white puff muffin is killin' me here
If Frisk's reaction to his speech wasn't enough, the weird dog thing's definitely clinches the deal.
Something is definitely wrong, and he's the only one who doesn't seem to get it.
What's going on?
It takes only a second to type, and his brow furrows with worry as he turns the MID to show Frisk--and by extension, Toriel--a short message.
Unfortunately, instead of any known human language, the text looks a lot more like this.
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That's...
That's a problem.
Casting another worried glance to Toriel, they type out a response of their own.
can you read this?
They offer the MID to Kaworu again with an incredibly worried look. "I can't read yours..."
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"My child, do you think whatever enables all of us to understand each other is having problems?" Toriel may not understand every nuisance of technology, much less how the ship functions- but she can wager something has been smoothing over every language snafu that could occur with a crew from so many different places.
hhhHHHH sorry about that
He knows what a question mark, is at least. But that's as far as he can take what he's looking at.
Toriel's miles ahead of him, in fact. It might not take a genius to figure things out, but Kaworu is not only not a genius, he's really not designed to cogitate or interpret. So he just stands there while Toriel bips and beeps, staring pensively at Frisk's MID with one hand over his mouth. It takes him a little over two minutes to really deconstruct what's happening.
Finally--
"...I see."
That's a low, ululating whale noise to Frisk and Toriel.
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Suddenly, Frisk gets an idea and leaves Kaworu to his pondering to tug on Toriel's sleeve urgently. "Mom, can you go get some paper? If we do a drawing game, we can still kinda talk!" An errand which should rather conveniently fill those two minutes while the gay wonder figures things out.
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The idea is a solid one, making the boss monster's expression brighten as she speaks. "Good idea. Paper could be a way around some of this."
Toriel mimes waiting for Kaworu, not sure if he'll understand the gesture but not wanting to leave the teenager out of things. "Wait here, I'll grab some paper and a pencil."