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thisavrou_log2016-07-07 05:25 pm
inruins) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-07 05:25 pm
Strain this chaos, turn it into light
Who: Toriel & you!
When: July 4th - 6th
Where: Around what's left of the ship.
What: Toriel emerges from death, more than a little confused and agitated. She copes by taking care of what is left of the ship.
Warnings: Talk of death, battle and bloodshed? Also glass children will probably appear.
[A - July 4th]
Waking up in the medbay was something Toriel was not finding particularly enjoyable. The only relief she finds is the fact she isn't tired or injured. She's alive again, somehow. With Curre's assistance, Toriel is back on her feet easily enough.
She saves whatever thoughts she has regarding the battle, the chaos that unfolded upon the ship for later. Whilst she does not have the warmest spot in her soul for the Captains, she can see they're trying. Trying and failing, again and again.
When given the clear, Toriel more than happily leaves the medbay, startled by the sea of glass and people passing her by. She has missed much in the wake of the battle ending.
A gusty, tired "Oh." Escapes her as she surveys the damage. Rooms are gone, the dining hall is now merely an emptied room. Toriel lingers, stunned by the sight. She doesn't realize she's blocking the hallway until someone jostles by her.
"Ah- my apologies." She offers back weakly, gaze briefly moving to the person passing by.
[B - July 5th]
Toriel does what she can to make things easier, gently brushing aside fallen shards of glass from the floor. She is relieved the broom in her grasp is still wooden and solid. She wishes she had some form of dustpan, but finding the broom was already a task in itself.
All the glass makes Toriel wish shoes were an option for herself, but she'll make do. If she can keep the glass to the side out of the main footpath it should be fine.
"Be careful, dear. Something shattered around here." She advises someone approaching, not glancing up from her work. "Step carefully."
[C - July 6th]
Coming to the garden was a mistake. Toriel realizes this immediately when her eyes fall upon the glass sculpture. Before she had thought it was lovely, without context it seemed respectful.
In Memory of Caducus Primary
the glass may reflect images of the past and future
Now it felt like a cruel joke played upon all of those who came after the fall of Caducus. Toriel clenches her fist at her sides, frowning tightly at the sculpture before forcing herself to move on.
Those who walk into the gardens will find her cleaning off the playground equipment she and Peter installed before the battle. The boss monster mutters softly to herself as she works on making sure no glass lay on the plastic surfaces of the playground equipment.
When: July 4th - 6th
Where: Around what's left of the ship.
What: Toriel emerges from death, more than a little confused and agitated. She copes by taking care of what is left of the ship.
Warnings: Talk of death, battle and bloodshed? Also glass children will probably appear.
[A - July 4th]
Waking up in the medbay was something Toriel was not finding particularly enjoyable. The only relief she finds is the fact she isn't tired or injured. She's alive again, somehow. With Curre's assistance, Toriel is back on her feet easily enough.
She saves whatever thoughts she has regarding the battle, the chaos that unfolded upon the ship for later. Whilst she does not have the warmest spot in her soul for the Captains, she can see they're trying. Trying and failing, again and again.
When given the clear, Toriel more than happily leaves the medbay, startled by the sea of glass and people passing her by. She has missed much in the wake of the battle ending.
A gusty, tired "Oh." Escapes her as she surveys the damage. Rooms are gone, the dining hall is now merely an emptied room. Toriel lingers, stunned by the sight. She doesn't realize she's blocking the hallway until someone jostles by her.
"Ah- my apologies." She offers back weakly, gaze briefly moving to the person passing by.
[B - July 5th]
Toriel does what she can to make things easier, gently brushing aside fallen shards of glass from the floor. She is relieved the broom in her grasp is still wooden and solid. She wishes she had some form of dustpan, but finding the broom was already a task in itself.
All the glass makes Toriel wish shoes were an option for herself, but she'll make do. If she can keep the glass to the side out of the main footpath it should be fine.
"Be careful, dear. Something shattered around here." She advises someone approaching, not glancing up from her work. "Step carefully."
[C - July 6th]
Coming to the garden was a mistake. Toriel realizes this immediately when her eyes fall upon the glass sculpture. Before she had thought it was lovely, without context it seemed respectful.
In Memory of Caducus Primary
the glass may reflect images of the past and future
Now it felt like a cruel joke played upon all of those who came after the fall of Caducus. Toriel clenches her fist at her sides, frowning tightly at the sculpture before forcing herself to move on.
Those who walk into the gardens will find her cleaning off the playground equipment she and Peter installed before the battle. The boss monster mutters softly to herself as she works on making sure no glass lay on the plastic surfaces of the playground equipment.
July 6th
It's hard to see it from where she's sprawled out, but it's also crystallized. She mutters to herself, partly disgusted by what she sees and other part fascinated.
"Gross... I wonder if my guts are gonna fall out if the glass breaks."
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Toriel slides some gloves on, setting aside a bucket to place loose glass in before working on the other playground equipment. Bit by bit glass is picked up, being safely placed in the bucket.
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"Yeah, but check this out!"
She lifts her shirt up a little, showing off her see-through stomach with an almost morbid sense of pride. It freaked her out a little too, but it wasn't hurting at least.
"I didn't even know I had this much stuff inside my stomach!"
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Rail is still a little girl, a little girl who needs help. Toriel cannot fathom what this child has been through before, but she can't turn her away.
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Not that... she couldn't pick up a book and look. She had no interest in learning and she doesn't think she'd understand it even if she did. Being on the opposite end of science research has kinda spoiled any desire to learn about biology anyway. She lets go of her shirt, letting it loosely drop over her stomach.
"Besides, the lungs, brain, and heart are what you really gotta look out for, right?"
There's more to it then that, and she knows if something happened to her glass stomach right now, she'd die. But those are the vital organs she can name offhand, the ones she instinctively knows to protect while fighting.
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"To some degree yes, if something else stopped working it could affect those just as badly. Everything is connected and functions together."
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"Ugh, forget it. I'm not that interested in finding out if I gotta go read a book on it or something. Actually, I'm not interested at all."
Despite being the one pointing it out to Toriel in the first place. There's a little bit of a huffiness to Rail's tone before she attempts to change the subject. This lady probably likes reading a bunch of boring educational books.
"So you made it out of that whole mess from earlier, huh?"