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hadriel_logs2016-10-14 11:08 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-10-14 11:08 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- ahsoka tano,
- allison argent,
- alphys,
- armand,
- bianca,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- castiel,
- chara,
- cole,
- dean winchester,
- emily,
- faith carr,
- flick,
- frisk,
- gren,
- hannah washington,
- henry cheng,
- henry percy,
- jill valentine,
- jo harvelle,
- l lawliet,
- lea,
- maketh tua,
- mello,
- miriam day,
- nick valentine,
- noah czerny,
- pell,
- river tam,
- sam winchester,
- sans,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- tiny tina,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- will graham
Event Log: Keepsakes
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.
Well, Hope and Delight are messing with the door again, but at least this time dragons aren't involved, right? This attempt goes a bit better - sure, no one gets sent home, but if everyone will just look under their seats, they'll find a FREE [INSERT SOMETHING YOU MAYBE DIDN'T WANT AT ALL HERE]! Awesome! So nice! Yup, throughout these few days people will be finding things from home - something they loved, something they used all the time, something they hated, something they totally forgot they even had. All sorts of cool stuff!
Well, they might not actually find it. Their neighbor might, or a complete stranger. And who knows where it could turn up? At the park, half-buried? In the Silent Hill zone, kept safe by a horrifying monster? Or hey, maybe in somebody's underwear drawer. Awkward. Better try to find your stuff, or find the owner of whatever weird crap you found. It could be something important.► This log covers October 15th-October 19th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you somehow manage to die in this event, please let us know here, and also what the hell?
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[They cut themselves off and count that again. Seven. Seven of them. One more before becoming god. No no god no that thing is cracking and they know Flowey stabs Frisk to death over and over and it's aaaaaaaallll just a bad dream! It doesn't hurt and don't think about it because it'll give you nightmares and you can't have nightmares because you're not a crybaby and you can't hear Asriel scream in pain because that would be the cherry on top-
Where are they? It's dark and darker and darker and they try to scream but really all Chara is doing is threatening to rip the page in their hands to pieces. They're scared.
* You call for help.]
...name the Fallen Human. Only way to do it. Name the Fallen Human. I'm sorry I don't like this plan anymore. T̼̮̣͖͈ͣ̿̾̏̚ḫ̹̺̖e̱̯͉̳ͅn̽͐̆ͯ̃͑̚ ̩͕̆ǹ͕̝̞̤̻̯ͦ͌a͚̫͇̗̜͍̼̋ͪm͑̏̌̾̀ȅ͍͎̰̥̋͑ th̜̜͕̱͆̑̑ͭͨe̠͖̟͈̞̥ͪ́m͚̭̬̪̙͔̋̓͗ͩ̚ ̻̘͈̞̮͔̒̇͒̆ͪa̘̘͍͈̲̩͊n͉̈́͋͒ͭ̋̿̍d͍̼͓̺͎͓ͭ́ͫ ͚͙̠͎͔̺̗̐͑̇͋͒̀ͣi̗̰̦̝͛́t̥̞͍̜̝̭͗͗'̗̗̻̤̙̣͔ͣͤ̔̿ͥl̩͕̟̖̦̀̓̓̈l̩̱ͅ ̯̤̰͉͍̔̅̐̚b͎͙̬͈̾̿̎e̮͖̞̠̫̍̍ͬ̈́ͣ̒ͤ ̻̙̳̯̐̇̂aͣl͙͕ͤͭ̈ͭ̄̎l̟̰̘̱̏͌ͬͧ̎͊̑ ͖ͯ̽̑͐o̯ͩͦ͐v͈̏e̻̝̫͉̊͆̽ͧ̂̐r̫̳.̻̾̐͌̍ͫ
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This is - he's pretty fucking certain this is not supposed to be happening right now. He advances slowly, moving towards 'em carefully with his hands up, palms out, caution written in every line on his nearly lineless face. Wariness, worry, stark in his smile.]
Kid. Chara.
[He doesn't wanna - he doesn't wanna grab them, shake them. But they don't look so good. They - they really, really don't look so good. Got kind of a lost, deer-in-headlights look to 'em, like maybe...
Like maybe they're about to get lost any minute.
He keeps movin' forward. He's barely a foot away.
Reaches out slowly - slowly, for their shoulders.]
Chara. Hey. I need you to look at me, okay? I need you to look at me.
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Chara. The Fallen Child. They called me.
* It's us.
[Chara lowers the paper, turning it over in their hands and hoping there's nothing on the back.]
It's rude to interrupt someone's conversation. But you know that, don't you?
[They mutter quietly. Chara isn't sure they know where that comes from. Maybe. There might be times when they can't remember a conversation Frisk had with something and something and don't think about it.
Chara blinks and then it's gone.]
...Sans?
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And then they're back.
His name drops from their mouth, and it all slots back into place with a high, sharp snap of aligning edges.]
Chara. [Call-and-response. He gives their name, they give his, and the cycle repeats.] Hey.
You doin' okay there, kid?
[Mark that one down for sentences he never thought he'd have to say to them. This, this whole scenario - this is all just somethin' he'd never thought he'd have to say, do, whatever. It shouldn't even be here. None of it should.
But it is.
Time to clean up his mess, huh?]
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in their hands. Instead Chara focuses on the name being said and that they needed to recognize it as their own or they'll probably die.]
I...do not know.
[Chara really didn't have it in them to lie right now. Too busy sorting through...whatever that was.]
How am I feeling?
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Okay, so that, uh. Well, it's - it's more than a little unnervin' to see 'em like this. Gives him the intense feeling of having walked in on somethin' he shouldn't be seein', somethin' he shouldn't be privy to. Somethin' that - he dunno, somethin' that should maybe just be shared between the kid and Frisk, or just on their lonesome. He's just - he's pretty sure, pretty fucking sure, that they wouldn't want a guy like him seein' them like this. All...
Well.
All vulnerable. Uncertain. They don't do uncertain. They're determined, steadfast, resolute. They drive forward at an obstacle until it stops moving or they do. And seein' them like this is, uh. It's kinda terrifying, a little bit.]
I can't tell you that.
[Let's start there. Start with the basics.]
You're the only one who can tell you how you're feelin', kid.
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And it would be so much easier if they could say all of this. Just rip it all out. Chara could show him right here and now what it took but they know they won't. Just...no.]
What I am feeling...
[Chara trails off as they think about it. What does someone who's level 20 feel? Someone...they think...told them they probably felt more than they let on. So Chara could feel despite that. Despite the armor of LOVE wrapping their SOUL. That meant....]
...the thought terrifies me.
[They shake their head again and hold out the page. Deep breaths now Chara. Big children don't shiver in fear.]
I am holding a piece of him
Please take it.
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[What did they j̸u̴s̴t̵ ̴s̷a̸y̶.̵.̴.̷
He can almost feel the way the words come apart at the seams, tearing, stretching under the strain of being made tangible, existing in someone else's hands, impeding upon someone else's reality.
What do they know? What do they know?
'Cause he's pretty sure, pretty damn sure, that no matter how conflicting his feelings about the kid might be - no one deserves that kinda fate. To be wiped clean, to be scrubbed from the fabric of the world, to have n̷e̴v̷e̸r̵ ̷e̴x̵i̵s̴t̷e̸d̶ ̵a̷t̴ ̴a̸l̵l̴.̷
He takes the page.]
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To be aware and knowing.
To be unaware and lacking everything.
* You struggle. Nothing happens.
Data. Nothing but forgotten data.]
I do not know. Do you want to know?
[They are somewhat afraid of that answer.]
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[He looks at the page in his hands. Regards it with a sorta dry acceptance as to its nature. Wasn't really much like learnin' a second language, 'cause it couldn't even be called that. Just a straight pictographic cipher. Font shift. All-caps, 'cause we gotta pin that dramatic flair to it, don't we, Doc?
He can't imagine what happens when that kind of thing...when that kind of thing collides. When you become aware of just how much of the universe is a big fat unknown, and how little you can do to override that.
Well. In theory, anyway.
He's not really sure how much or how little such things would matter to something anomalous, something that has and could shape the fabric of things. Bring things to an end. A tumultuous, complete, and utter end.]
You don't...know what this is. [He gives the page in his hands a little shake.] Right?
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Regret they tried to avoid. No dodging that now.
It's an answer that goes around the question and they breathe again. See the shaking of the paper and shake their own hand.]
Right now...I do not believe I want to know.
[That's their answer but it feels like a totally different one is on the tip of their tongue. Chara wants to scrape it off but the feeling was fading already. Perhaps it was for the best that they didn't say it.]
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He'd almost thought that they'd sink their fingers into it and never let go.
He folds up the page and shoves it into one of his jacket pockets. Out of sight, out of...yeah. It's better if they don't got any clue. If they don't dig any further. Never mind that that's, uh, kinda what they're good at. Driving at something with an unstoppable force, even if it happens to be an immovable object. Breaks it into splinters if they have to.
But. God. God, let this be the one exception.]
I've seen these around. Kinda all over the city right now. Maybe, uh.
[He laughs, faintly. It's a pained, forced thing. A real effort.]
Maybe don't bother with 'em.
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Then what will you do...with that one...?
[Don't think they didn't see where it was placed. If it did this to Chara, then why did it seem like Sans was going to take it?]
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[He says it like a joke. Might as well be a joke, right? Yeah, it's hilarious. Too bad that he knows these things are like locusts, like parasites clinging to your skin and the marrow of your bones. Once you've seen it, once you know it's there, it -
It's damn near impossible to scrub it outta your head.]
Guess it doesn't really matter.
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[Given their reaction to merely holding that thing which was apart of another thing...yeah, for now it was the only solution. But if Sans knows that page as well as he does, he knows this isn't the end.
Chara plays with the edges of their sweater sleeves for a lack of anything better to do. They feel emptier than usual without that and they know it was strange because that page made them feel like nothing at all and
Stop.
* You are not alone with your partner here. ]
I appreciate your help. Thank you.
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Figures. Figures he would, huh. He'd grimace, but that would mean relinquishing his smile. He doesn't. He stuffs his hands back into his pockets.]
Don't mention it, kid.
[Pause. Then:]
You watch yourself, okay? You and Frisk both.
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Chara nods instead of voicing that thought. They suspect the conversation would take a different sort of turn if they did.]
I will warn them to keep away from pages such as those. But I am counting on you to burn that one.
[Chara doesn't know why but they feel the need to stress that point. Burn it...or g͏͏̵̨̕ì̶̴͝͞v̸̶͜e̵͏ ͏҉͢͞i̢t̨̡́ ̴͟t̴̨͘͡͡ò̡͜͟ ̴̕t̶̀͢͜͠h͏̡̡͜e̶̵͟͡m͡.͘͢
Or maybe not.]
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He ain't gonna burn it, nah. That ain't his style, and he thinks they know that.
But maybe that ain't somethin' he can afford to debate at this point.]
I'll take it under advisement.
[And he turns the nearest corner he can find to take his leave. The second he sets foot outside their periphery, he's gone.]