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thisavrou_log2016-07-02 07:50 pm
braceforimpact) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-02 07:50 pm
But What Does Frisk Think? [Closed]
Who: Sans and Kaworu Nagisa
When: Early July (the 1st or 2nd, maybe)
Where: Cargo Hold
What: In the wake of some disturbing revelations, Sans lays down the law.
Warnings: Mention of child death/trauma, probably. Nudity, also. Kaworu didn't bother to put on any pants. Sorry, Sans.
Leaving Cryo was simultaneously an alien experience and a very familiar one. Emerging, unclothed and newly-aware ("newly"), opening his eyes to a stark, empty room of machinery and bare walls.
It was a familiar experience.
But also, new.
He could not connect a specific event to this one, for example. Nor did he anticipate, as he had each time before, the events to come.
In fact, he felt...
Detached. Distant. There was nothing here to move forward into, no meaning to his place here. Waiting, with no context of time or purpose.
It's a cold wakening, with his bare feet on a metal floor.
He doesn't wait for anyone to find him there, does not look for anyone to report his return.
He's just gone, and anyone looking for him will have to look very hard or get very lucky.
Or... you know, just check the cargo hold. Because that's where normal people go to spend time to themselves, right?
When: Early July (the 1st or 2nd, maybe)
Where: Cargo Hold
What: In the wake of some disturbing revelations, Sans lays down the law.
Warnings: Mention of child death/trauma, probably. Nudity, also. Kaworu didn't bother to put on any pants. Sorry, Sans.
Leaving Cryo was simultaneously an alien experience and a very familiar one. Emerging, unclothed and newly-aware ("newly"), opening his eyes to a stark, empty room of machinery and bare walls.
It was a familiar experience.
But also, new.
He could not connect a specific event to this one, for example. Nor did he anticipate, as he had each time before, the events to come.
In fact, he felt...
Detached. Distant. There was nothing here to move forward into, no meaning to his place here. Waiting, with no context of time or purpose.
It's a cold wakening, with his bare feet on a metal floor.
He doesn't wait for anyone to find him there, does not look for anyone to report his return.
He's just gone, and anyone looking for him will have to look very hard or get very lucky.
Or... you know, just check the cargo hold. Because that's where normal people go to spend time to themselves, right?
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Sans didn't have anywhere he needed to be.
The cargo bay came eventually -- it was a more popular place to hide than one might think, and the site of more than one recent event on the ship. Walking among the tall crates, Sans was mostly shadowed by the time he came upon Kaworu. And shadowed he remained for a few moments, before stepping into the light with his usual grin.
"Hey." He nods, apparently unfazed by the fact that the kid was stark naked. "Mind if I join ya?"
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And the answer to Sans' question would previously have been "no." Previously, he'd have been quite happy to have any company, to learn a little more about people, or have the chance to share a little more time with someone different from himself.
Now, though... he does, actually. He isn't interested in entertaining the humans on the ship. Much as they had ceased to entertain him.
Perched up on the crates, he regards Sans mildly with red eyes, but doesn't answer in a very direct fashion.
"That's not a question, right? You were looking for me. Which means you have something you want me to hear."
It's too absurd, otherwise, to have stumbled upon Kaworu in the cargo bay on accident and then asked to hang out. He didn't want company... but he's still curious.
...Sans threatened him before. Kaworu takes that to mean Sans doesn't like him. Is he here to do it again?
If so--
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That's good.
"Look. I talked to Frisk. I know what happened in that... where ever you were." He bobs his head side to side, as if doing some mental math. "If memory serves, that's probably just a little before I ran into you both in the Medbay and Frisk fed me that fell down story."
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Kaworu glances at Sans, then looks back up into the empty room; he's seated with one heel resting on the edge of the crate, an elbow propped up on bent knee.
"I was a little surprised. I didn't expect them to lie to you about it... they must care about you very much."
He glances back at Sans, sidelong; the fleeting ghost of his smile appears and vanishes in the half-second before he speaks.
"....but you probably feel as though I lied to you, don't you?" There's literally no pause before he continues--calm, cool, and blunt.
"I didn't."
He doesn't dignify Sans' dismissal of their specific destination with a correction. It doesn't need one; Sans doesn't need one. 'Wherever you were.'
His place and time.
His rightful place, if it could be called such, in the world...
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"I don't want you dragging Frisk into your messes anymore."
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Sans' wording...
'I don't want.'
This is about Sans' wishes, not Frisk's.
He smiles again, faintly.
"...and what does Frisk want?"
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Sans answers, voice unchanged from his usual even rhythm.
"And Frisk doesn't want any of their own pesky self-interest get in the way of that. Y'know, things like happiness. Or being able to sleep at night. Those things are real low on the list of Frisk's personal priorities. It seems like that doesn't really matter much to you, n' alright, that's your prerogative, but it matters to me n' it matters to their mom."
Apparently Kaworu is ready to LAY DOWN for Frisk's free will. Good to know.
How would one save the entirety of the universe? From what?
As for the people in it...
"Frisk also has their own will. It's not up to me to stop them from pursuing what they desire."
Nor yours is implied but not stated.
rolls eyes into the fucking sun
Sans slots his hands deeper into his pockets. "So consider it a request. Find another person to screw with if you need one that badly."
I'd say he's trying but honestly who cares
...so Sans doesn't want Kaworu to interact with Frisk unless Frisk initiates it? But he didn't ask Frisk at all, did he?
"I see. So this is your decision."
He closes his eyes.
"...that's fine." He doesn't understand how Sans reached certain conclusions--he isn't sure what Sans means by 'screwing with' Frisk at all, in fact--but it's clear enough what Sans wants from him.
And if that's what he wishes...
LMAO
His face sure hasn't changed.
"My advice?" He offers, even as turning to walk back from wherever he came from. "Find someone closer to your own age."
No, he's not presently aware of the irony in that statement.