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deercountry2022-01-10 05:56 am
the_obedient_servant) wrote in deercountry2022-01-10 05:56 am
Entry tags:
Don't Forget | Open
Who: Chara & OPEN
What: January Catch-All for the event.
When: Early january.
Where: All around town.
Content Warnings: Eventual suicidal ideation, eventual unreality, juggling things that are on fire, Deltarune spoilers.
What: January Catch-All for the event.
When: Early january.
Where: All around town.
Content Warnings: Eventual suicidal ideation, eventual unreality, juggling things that are on fire, Deltarune spoilers.
A. (COWARDICE)
[As others eagerly dive into this entire charade, Chara stays exactly where they belong, against the wall and as far away from anyone as possible. They know when they're being manipulated by external means, they've become an expert of it after their recent encounter, and they can safely say that this is more of the same.
Only worse, because they've made their peace with their status as a villain and a murderer, but they will not have themselves transformed into a smiling sychophant against their will.
Still. The atmosphere is hard to resist. They even find themselves smiling at some of the performances, or even laughing. What is wrong with them? Come bother them.]
B. (GLUTTONY)
[Chara, perhaps after a day of grouching, eventually folds and allows themselves to have fun. More accurately, they allow themselves to have an entire bowl filled to the brim with different chocolate desserts, something that they fought for with tooth and nail.
They sit down at a table and start putting them all down and arranging them into accordingly. They're fast to decide on starting with a chocolate tart. This. This is the only possible reason why existence in this blighted multiverse of wretched horrors and despair isn't a mistake, because chocolate immediately fills the void in their soul and the despair in their heart.
There are tears welling up in their eyes. Shut up] It feels like a lifetime since I've had any chocolate... or... actually longer. Much longer.
[After that, they can be spotted lying peacefully down amongst the pillows. It's soft. Comfortable. The atmosphere is enough that they won't even shoo away company.
* The bed is so soft, you feel like you could lie down and never get up.]
C. (VANITY)
[Chara, or someone who looks like Chara, with a casual green hoodie and jeans, stands near the stage to wait for their turn on the talent show.
They look... a bit older? Maybe two years older? And they stand decidedly more relaxed than Chara normally would. In fact, if they catch someone looking at them, they'll shoot them a grin.] Is it against the etiquette of this whole thing for me to ask what you've got prepared?
[Their own show consists of them juggling small rubber balls. At first. There's an impressive amount of them, about six, then seven... And then the rubber balls catch fire and they still juggle them. Seven's quite a magical number.
And then they turn into flaming knives, and Chara still keeps juggling. The knives seem to double, reaching about fourteen, and they still keep juggling them. The transformation is certainly magic, but the juggling is just them doing their thing, and it seems like they've had extensive practice in. Perhaps even excessive practice, all things considered, but they found it's a good way to learn magic. And then they allow them all to fall and fizzle out into red misty hearts. They bow dramatically and grin at the crowd, truly the coolest kid.] Thank you! You've been a fantastic audience. Have a good night.
[And with that they drop off the stage and stalk off to join the audience.]
A. (LOVELESS aka Pacifist Chara)
[Anyone who has spoken to Chara will know that they're quite deadpan with their emotions, only really becoming expressive at seemingly random things that they still feel strongly enough to emote over. Not at the moment. At the moment, as they pass through the streets of Trench, they are bitter and angry and dealing with a whole mess of feelings that they can't quite parse.
They have lost something. Whether they only lost it now, or they lost it long ago, that's not something they themselves can quite decide. They are in a lot of ways, still the same Chara, with the same knowledge and the same experiences, only what they remember freshest was a happy ending untinted by bitter feelings of greed and envy.
They can be spotted all over the place, either just casually poking through stores, sitting on their own and staring out into the waves in the middle of the night, or even at the party. However, one night, they might be sitting on their own, stewing in their own toxicity, when they speak up.]
...Do you think anyone can be a good person if they just try?
B. (THE JUDGE aka Storyshift Chara)
[This version of Chara catches on quick. They've taken over an alternate version of themselves and seemingly hijacked their life. Alarming, but apparently it's happening all over the place, so they'll probably be back home soon. If not... well, that's something that can be crossed when they get to it.
They're a lot less outwardly emo than their other selves, generally just taking the time to sightsee. They can't imagine they'll be here for long, based on what they've learnt about whatever condition this place is currently under, so why not make the most of it. If they're not encountered at the party, they're most likely encountered wandering the streets. They're a bit out of their element but they're a good enough actor that they definitely won't show it.]
So, what's there to do around here, anyway?
(Hit me up on discord, plurk or PMs if you have any specific ideas and I'll write up a starter. 1A and 1B can be either Pacifist Chara or regular Chara. Put in the subject header if you have a preference, otherwise I'll decide case by case.)
cw for suicidal ideation
[They trail off.
If they go back to the way they were before, they can't... stop themselves from hurting anyone. They might as well be a different person. But...]
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[Michael mulls that over for a second.]
I mean, I know it's different for humans. You've got more...practicalities to deal with. But I do sort of think people jump the gun on that sort of thing a lot. I don't really know why anyone would only be capable of causing harm.
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If... they've only ever caused destruction for their entire life, and they have no plan to stop, and they wield unmeasurable power to destroy and hurt, what do you do then?
[Their hands might be shaking a little.]
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I really can't answer that without bias. I don't...want to climb a ladder and pull it up behind me, you know?
[Maybe that doesn't make sense. But he doesn't know how to offer context without like, launching into his entire life story, and that's sort of a lot to just randomly dump on someone.]
Do you want to keep talking like this is a hypothetical philosophy thing? We can do that. Would not be the first time, lemme tell ya.
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[They bring their knees up to their chest and rest their head on their arm. They consider, internally, how much to tell this person about their situation. The fact of the matter is that it can only fuck over their LVL 20 self.]
I destroyed an entire universe and everyone inside of it. [There we go, fuck you, Other Chara.]
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[Though Michael does not seem quite as shook by that as a normal person might be! He shifts, though, putting his back to the wall and lowering himself to the pavement to sit as well. Looks like this is gonna be a long-haul conversation.]
What'd you do that for?
cw for unreality and implied self harm
It wasn't... real to begin with. I think that was my reasoning. It was shallow and limited, and it was a pointless cycle of destruction that would only continue if left unchecked. And I... [They stare, hard at the ground.] ...hated it.
When you kill things in my world, you grow more desensitized to it in a very real way, and you start seeing it as... more akin to grinding in a video game. You kill them to grow stronger, and you do. They call it LOVE. Level of Violence. As far as I know, I'm the only one who has ever reached the level cap.
...I woke up a week or so ago and all my memories remained, but my LOVE was at zero. It probably won't last.
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Less so in the reasoning, really. Michael has never done anything like that, and that's...well, he can't pretend that he's outdone on the crime scale all that often. But all the same, he can't pretend that it was for anything more than lack of opportunity. If he could've, he's sure that he would've killed a ton of humans back in the day. They all probably would've made a game of it.
But your mistakes taking root in your psyche so literally as that? Making it so you can never turn back?]
It's like...an illness, or something like that? A compulsion?
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[At least this guy doesn't seem familiar with them as they usually are. So it's some kind of warning.]
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[Michael chews that over for a moment. It feels bad to say. But, still, it's true. Even now, Michael isn't at all repulsed by scenes of gore the way he's observed humans to be; he can look at it and recognize oh, that's bad, but it isn't the same thing. Anyway, from this kid's reactions, he's not...entirely convinced. Just look at how they're acting when all that "love" (and what kind of name is that anyway?) is taken away.]
Your emotional reaction is really less important than what you actually do.
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[Sans wasn't certain either. And they'd taken everything from him, again and again, even without LOVE. Frisk and Chara had ruined his life over and over again, granting happiness and peace as easily as slaughtering his friends and family.]
I just... don't know if I trust myself that way. Does that make sense?
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[As long as we're not pretending to be hypothetical anymore!]
So when I first started caring about things like that, I didn't really know how to...do good things. I couldn't really trust my instincts, they were all selfish. But I had friends who I trusted. They were understanding, they'd talk through it with me, but they'd still hold me accountable if I screwed up. That was the only reason I did care - I knew they'd cut me off if I was evil, and I wanted them to stick around.
If you aren't going to want to be good for the sake of it, when your LOVE comes back, is there any other reason you might try? Something you want, some new friends around here...?
cw for suicidal thoughts
But Frisk... they need Frisk. And they think about the idea of leaving Frisk alone to fend for themself in this world and part of them feels sick because that's their job, to protect the one person they still have.]
...There's one. [Their voice is hollow.] There's one person in the great expanse of the multiverse that I... still care for, despite everything.
[* Despite everything, it's still you.]
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[It's good to hear, really. Michael loves all his friends, but if he's honest with himself...without Eleanor or Janet, he's not sure if it would have worked out the same.]
You gotta start small, you know? Improving yourself is a...a journey, not just something you do overnight. There'll be setbacks and stuff, but...it's the continued effort that's important.