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trustfelled2017-07-02 11:45 am
trustfellowship) wrote in trustfelled2017-07-02 11:45 am
Week 5.
Another week has passed; another two people have died. Tsubasa Hanekawa and Nachetanya Loei Piena Augustra have joined the ranks of the deceased. Whatever you may have thought about them in the end, one thing hovers heavy over the group: the fact that neither their compassion nor their ambition was enough to keep them alive in here. Is yours? Saturday is given to regrouping and rest; the static blares out early on Sunday, but at least there are no bodies to find today - it seems you're safe for now. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... And of course, with another successful trial comes a new addition to the building, another corridor opening up on the west side of the building. The doors leading to it branch off of the hallways leading to the second and fourth sections of the building; have those doors always been there? You can't remember... It's a new week. Of course, that means you've been here for over a month, and your stay doesn't seem to be coming to a close yet. |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week five of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!
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When he comes across Asgore in the hallway, however - it's obvious that things aren't going well, to put it very gently. Had he seen Asgore yesterday? He doesn't recall seeing him, and that's...well, given their conversation last week, he can imagine why.]
...Asgore.
[God, he doesn't know how to proceed from there and it's obvious.]
Would you prefer to be left alone for the time being?
[If he's dismissed then he'll leave without asking questions; if not...well, he'll see how to proceed from there, basically.]
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...no. Thank you, Wesker. It is alright.
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[There's the immediate, unspoken response of "No, it's obviously not," but that seems counterproductive at best.]
I would ask how you are, but that seems a bit redundant at this point, I...
[...]
If it's what I think it is, then you have my condolences.
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[He will accept it as it was meant. And normally he would put other people's issues first, but it comes out rather like an afterthought when he finally does ask:]
And how are you?
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...I'm managing well enough.
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[Asgore doesn't really have the emotional energy to pursue the truth of that right now. So.
............]
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It takes him a moment.]
If there's anything you need from me, don't hesitate in requesting it.
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[He says it without really pausing to consider if he might need something.]
There is...so little time here. It is already nearly Tuesday. [No time to stop and grieve.] I do not know how long I can keep this pace.
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...I know.
[And from the sound of it, he...does, honestly.]
I'm not going to try to insist that you need to have hope ar all times, or that you need to try to remain ahead of the game, because there will come a point where that will become impossible - it will just lead to burnout.
But for now, if the most that can be done is survive and try to outlast, that's more than good enough.
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[.........]
Wesker, I have no family to return to. [It comes out in a rush, as if he's afraid that he will lose his nerve, or his composure, halfway through.]
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[What?]
We don't need to discuss this here, out in the open - we should...
[...Find...somewhere that isn't here, because what - ]
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[Privacy? Since when are the king's affairs ever private? He has never directly told anyone about this; the people simply knew, down to the words he'd given his Guard while his son's dust still hung in the air, on his fur and even in his beard, an echo of the white hairs he will never have.
But this is different. Especially if he confesses it all - which he has not decided about, but if he did, and too many people heard, it would undo all that he has done here. Asgore turns towards the rooms again, seemingly heedless of where exactly they are going.]
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Come on, Asgore. His room is a bit...well, there's a lot of stuff in here, given that Krauser is staying in here and as such there's a random goddamn mattress on the floor, but there's color in here as well - he can't stand the white walls so there's an unholy fucklot of floral things and trinkets everywhere and some of Wheatley's godforsaken artwork involving demented mice with keytars, and the fucking frankenturret is here but it's off playing with a porcelain doll in the corner because of course it is, and- ]
...I'll ask you to forgive the state of the room, but it hardly matters - what...happened, exactly?
[His words are about as brisk as his movements in steering them here - not distant, a fair amount of the distance has shifted away in favor of something equally straightforward but far more focused.]
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When - when Chara passed, Asriel was alone with them. Throughout their illness, all they asked for was to see the golden flowers again, the kind that grew near their village. But there were none Underground, we could not -
He took their soul and carried their body across the Barrier. To where the flowers grew. That is the only way it is possible to leave the Underground - a human and a monster soul, together.
[He pauses, because he's only told that particular aspect of their situation to one other person, and Rin certainly had some kind of reaction to what he'd done. What they had all done, by choosing to SPARE Chara. He definitely does not deserve to take any credit for that choice.]
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Trying to...give them what they wanted, then.
[From the sound of it, he already has some idea that this did not end well for anyone involved.]
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[He turns away, posture hunched.]
He said he did not hurt anyone. He could have easily razed that village, with that power, but he did not wish to fight. They cut down a fleeing child.
[oh. there it is again. he needs to calm down.]
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It takes him a moment to react; for a moment it's clear that he doesn't know how to.]
I... Truly, you have my condolences - I know they don't mean much here, but I'm...sorry.
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Thank you. I...
[He said that they were all gone, didn't they? Maybe he won't ask about that. Asgore trusts Wesker, but would Wesker trust Asgore if he knew what he had done? Part of him feels that he deserves that. It's a large part. But the rest of him fears that he will not be able to face the rest of his time here without any friends - or that his time may be shorter, if others come to know the danger he poses to humanity.
...though, if he is such a danger...
No. Maybe he can still find another way.]
Thank you.
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[He hasn't forgotten about the fact that Asgore said that he has no one left; at the same time, all of this is a little beyond him in terms of emotional competence. There's no...protocol for this, as stunted as that sounds, it's nothing that he can just throw a corporate code at and be done with it, and there's a very, very good reason that he doesn't attend funerals anymore, even outside of what happened with James.
It's...going to be unpleasant, but...]
And Toriel, is she...?
[There's no good way to finish that.]
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[There's something final about the way he says it. Though she is plainly alive, Asgore does not think that he will see her again. Not soon, at least.]