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entrancelogs2016-12-02 10:59 am
eatsyourscience) wrote in entrancelogs2016-12-02 10:59 am
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Who: Souji and you!
Where: Hell :|
When: All during the event
Rating: PG-13 (I doubt it will get higher, but I'll update if it does)
Summary: Souji never had a Shadow
The Story:
Souji is used to fighting without any weapon other than his own soul. He's used to fighting in strange environments. He's never had to fight anywhere like this though.
Things start out well enough, regardless: he worries for his friends and tries to find them, fighting whatever gets in his way in the process.
It doesn't last. He keeps looking around, yes, and he keeps fighting - he has no choice, really - but he can tell he isn't the same. Something in him is seething and he doesn't know what or why. He doesn't like it, but at the same time, he doesn't want to fight it. Just let it run its course, like a fever. He can keep fighting in the meantime and maybe hurry it along.
[OOC: Feel free to find him wandering around or fighting things, before or after things start getting dark. Prose or brackets are fine! I'll match whichever.]
Where: Hell :|
When: All during the event
Rating: PG-13 (I doubt it will get higher, but I'll update if it does)
Summary: Souji never had a Shadow
The Story:
Souji is used to fighting without any weapon other than his own soul. He's used to fighting in strange environments. He's never had to fight anywhere like this though.
Things start out well enough, regardless: he worries for his friends and tries to find them, fighting whatever gets in his way in the process.
It doesn't last. He keeps looking around, yes, and he keeps fighting - he has no choice, really - but he can tell he isn't the same. Something in him is seething and he doesn't know what or why. He doesn't like it, but at the same time, he doesn't want to fight it. Just let it run its course, like a fever. He can keep fighting in the meantime and maybe hurry it along.
[OOC: Feel free to find him wandering around or fighting things, before or after things start getting dark. Prose or brackets are fine! I'll match whichever.]
come at me bro
It's about as close to bliss as they'll ever know.
They are hunting when they encounter someone else. A familiar face. One that has the look of someone who is, perhaps, also on the hunt. Someone who walks expecting an encounter to step into their way. It's an unspoken innate something that Chara is very familiar with, after all.]
Howdy. You look like you've been busy.
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That isn't enough to make him fight it, though. He ignores it, instead, just like he's always ignored it when it was less prominent. Fighting helps - fighting has always helped mask his frustration. He doesn't have a weapon right now, but he's got his powers. Even if using them threatens to deplete his energy and his spirit, he's going to keep it up. Anything to mask this uncomfortably natural feeling.
He stops his mostly aimless, if expectant, wandering when he hears Chara and turns to look at them.]
Anyone who isn't busy here is probably dead.
[Seriously, there is too much shit out here that wants to kill you for you to be bored.]
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Didn't think you had it in you. I thought the good ones weren't supposed to fight back?
[Kill or be killed is flawed, is for bad people. Not for heroes. Nor for stars. Not for people who deserve happy endings.]
You don't even have any weapons.
[Good pacifists don't equip themselves, do they?]
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[He places a hand on his hip. Souji might have fought for good reasons, but he still fought and killed things.]
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[The world had always been abundantly clear about that point. They had been shown it when Asriel simply took every blow rained on him, smiled, and walked home to die. They had been shown it timeline after timeline when they were a whisper in Frisk's veins. There had never been any room for argument or error.
And Souji... golly, he's one of the good ones, isn't he? Runs his diner out of the goodness of his heart. Goes looking for delinquents like Chara, tries to be understanding. A real hero, all things considered.]
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He probably can't ever know Chara that well. Can't know anyone that well, just like no one can really know him.]
Then I'm worse.
[Let it be settled, then.]
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[Had figured they were one of those charity cases heroes love. Something they can hold up as a trophy - look, everyone, this was a problem until I came along and solved it! Letting them help out in the diner out of benign, magnanimous pity for a lesser being.]
I'm the very worst there is.
[The sort of vile creature who takes "fight back" to a terrifying, evil degree.]
I wonder... what is it you might be hoping of me? Shall I attempt to steer you toward the path of righteousness? Stand in your way as just another ball of EXP to reap? Or are you hoping I might join your party?
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No, there's something else to it. He knows he'd felt the beginning of a link to Chara, the beginning of a chain he wanted for forge. But he doesn't know why or how or why Chara of all people.
He's silent for some time, looking at them as though searching.]
I wanted you to be my Chariot.
[He doesn't expect them to know what he means. His original Chariot link wouldn't have understood, either, if he'd called her that.
He shakes his head and moves closer to them..]
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Golly. Aren't you a little big for that?
[A passing moment of thought - they could be a Charaiot - but the joke dies as soon as it appears. This is not the sort of situation where color commentary is necessary. They suppose he must be speaking metaphorically. A chariot... it's a vehicle. A tool. They may not understand exactly what he means, but they suppose he thinks they can be of use to him.
They're not opposed to the concept. They are, after all, made to serve a partner. On their own, they have no purpose, no point, no reason to exist. A knife needs someone to wield it, after all - it cannot cut without someone directing it.]
An interesting proposition. Obtuse, but interesting. You mean, perhaps, for me to fight for you?
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He won't kill Chara. For one thing, he doesn't want to assume he can. But if he doesn't kill Chara, then he's still the protagonist isn't he? He's still the hero.
But so what? That's the role he's had to play. There's no reason to stop now.]
Are you sure that's what you want to do?
[That's a hero's line, right?]
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[It had never been their right to decide the ending. Thinking they had control of their fate had been what doomed their plan in the first place, after all, had it not? Their role is merely to accept the guidance of their partner, and enact their will to the utmost.]
Instead, I would say that depends on what you want me to do. I find myself, now, without a partner. I lack someone to give me purpose. I could, I suppose, gather EXP merely for EXP's sake... but I do not necessarily believe in acting aimlessly. Effort without an end goal is wasted.
[Frisk is not their partner. They failed Frisk, and so severed that contract. Frisk never called them here, and said so themself. Perhaps what they actually need, perhaps what will spare them from this, is someone else to validate their existence. Another protagonist to serve. To advise. To help.]
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Maybe he needs to be clearer. But he's never had to explain these things before. He doesn't know if his words will be adequate.]
The Chariot is about victory, will, and control. Are you offering that?
[For once, he's uncertain. If Chara can't be his Chariot, then what are they? He usually knows the identities of these links intuitively, so he can't be wrong, can he? If he's wrong, how is he supposed to behave around them?]
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They think it over. Can one who is, ultimately, a tool for a partner to wield claim to truly have control?
Since when were you the one in control, they hiss to Frisk, denying them what they want. They commit to the path their partner has laid out for them, but do so with a single ace hidden up their sleeve, a plan to ensure their partner does not play them for a fool.
It is clear what he wants them to be. Is it not their role, then, to be what someone else's borrowed determination molds them into? Victory, will, control. All things they seek. All things they want.
They extend a hand.]
If that is what you ask of me, that is what you may have.
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Is that what you want?
[He refuses to think of Chara as anything less than a person. He doesn't - probably can't - fully understand them, and it was arrogant of him to ever think he could. But they aren't just a tool, not as far as he's concerned.]
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It's what they think every time a hand reaches for them. It's normal. Isn't it?]
All I want is to be useful.
[They'd tried for loved. They'd tried for needed. Even tried for just helpful. It had only ever ended with the people they cared about being hurt. A warning against ambition, against reaching past your station in life. Don't get greedy. Don't get attached. Useful is safe. A way to be allowed to exist, but without the hurt of bonds.]
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His hand is firm around theirs, but not grabbing, not grasping, not gripping. If they wanted to pull away, though could. He'd let them. It isn't his choice whether or not they hold on in turn.]
You can be useful. But I think you can be more than that, too.
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[They tack a laugh onto the end of it, because that makes it sound like small talk, like a fun and barely-meant brush off. It lays the topic to rest without having to lie. If you're laughing about your lot in life, then you're doing well. Positivity is everything.]
Let's settle for this, for now.
[...They've been holding hands too long. They shake, firmly, then pull away. Never like touching people for very long. Touch gives them goosebumps, whether it's gentle or violent.]
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He releases their hand, and peers at them for a moment.]
For now.
[It's against his nature to just let things be, regardless of how much they might want him to.]
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[Bears repeating with quotes around it - though it probably loses its impact when they aren't actually doing airquotes with their fingers or anything.]
People like you probably know better than anyone else how much better it is to be nothing more than useful. Leaves room for others to slot in whatever else they happen to need, does it not?
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It is a little different from what Chara says, though.]
It's more like reflecting what they need to see.
[...]
But sometimes I'm wrong about what that is.
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[And that's the type he is, isn't it? A hero. Like Frisk. The kind of person who exists to solve other people's problems perfectly.]
A blank slate, suited only to be written on by others. A mirror. A lump of clay, ready to be given form and broken down again as necessary. A function, not a person. Is that how you perceive yourself?
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I'm a mask. Or...many masks.
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Seems heroes and villains have one thing in common, then. No wonder they're drawn to each other. Emptiness must attract emptiness!
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[Souji didn't think they were, even if they had some of the traits he associated with villains. That might have been because of their apparent age, though.]
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[They laugh again, because laughing is the easiest thing in the world to do. Because it's hilarious to think anyone could look at them and not see something inherently wrong.]
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