entrancelogs | Hey, brother, what you thinking? Leave that old record spinning...

Who: Napstablook, a closed starter, and YOU!
Where: Throughout Genosha
When: 8/5-8/9
Rating: probably won't get higher than PG-13, will update with any needed cw
Summary: GHOST is the face of the resistance spy GLAMOUR. They deliver messages from the elusive spy, be it information or warnings. NAPSTABLOOK is a human with a habit of snooping around where the don't belong. Will match any format.
The Story:

ONE: RESISTANCE [ACTION]

You follow the address you were handed between hushed whispers to a hotel room. You knock twice, wait three seconds, and knock once more as instructed. The door opens and standing in the entryway is Ghost, in their signature white tux, long platinum hair draped past their shoulders. They're much shorter than you expected. "i heard you would be dropping by..... come in, make yourself at home...."

TWO: ANTI-HUMAN [NETWORK]

It looks like a pop-up ad at first. A window opens, but it's not a browser window, and you can't close it. The human on the screen tips their white satin top hat, expressionless. "hello... i am the entity known as ghost... i'm from the human resistance, and i have a warning..."

THREE: WILD CARD

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[they nod and smile a bit, ever cordial]

yes, that's me...
i've been keeping tabs on you, and i have a question, if that's okay...

[the smile fades from their face and they lean forward, tenting their fingers gracefully]

where does your alignment reside, Mx. Frisk?
i don't mean to be rude...

[they push up their glasses]

i know you're an idealistic teenager, but don't you think "we should just get along" is overly simplistic.....

My alignment?

[So they're...asking what side they're on. Of course. Everyone feels the need to ask that, and their shoulders hunch a little as they huff out a short breath.]

That's not what it is. I don't agree with the way humans are treated, you should know that. I just don't think anyone needs to fight.

[they want to protest that humans have every right to fight, and fight hard, but they can't. they're a sucker for nice kids and idealism.]

....so a pro-human pacifist, got it...

you could just....
stay out of the fighting parts, you know....
and not neutralize our objectives almost once a week...

[They sigh, not quite admitting to themself that most of their frustration is out of concern for the child.]

but that's.... that's not why i called.... here.....

[a file begins to download on their device]

i'm sending an invitation to get into the mutant-only banquet you were trying to attend tonight......
[Another file]
as well as a guest list with a brief summary of the more influential guests' views and interests....
[and another]
and a map of the area that includes all surveillance camera locations and ranges...

also... glamour sends his love....
but metaphorically, of course, sorry....

...do you have any questions?

[They shift on the spot, clearly ill at ease. It's true that they're not...unsympathetic to the plights of the humans. But they don't want to watch things burn down on both sides as a result.

But instead they're receiving information. Important information, and - and Glamour is the one behind it. Glamour? He knows them, he's concerned about them and supports their interests?

Frisk's mouth drops open in mild shock.]

I. Um. Just one, actually. [They stammer, which isn't really becoming, but the kindness has taken them off guard. It's in the Resistance's best interests if they can be of assistance in this endeavor.] Why are you helping me like this? I mean, I...I appreciate it, and you have my thanks. I just didn't realize you agreed with my...methods?

it's not your methods i have a problem with, Mx. Frisk....
diplomacy has its place if used effectively...

[so does blackmailing, heists, and breaking prisoners out of jail, of course, but that's beside the point]

you do good work out there, i can't deny it....

i only wish you would ally yourself...
even if in secret...
with the resistance....

[they glance to the side and the next sentence sounds like they have to force themself to say it]

also i don't want to see you get yourself hurt trying to sneak in, sorry...

[they cough, embarassed]

[They do good work. Ghost...approves of them? That shouldn't fill them with a bizarre kind of warmth and determination, but it does. They shouldn't be like this. They're supposed to be impartial.

The corner of Frisk's mouth twitches in a faint smile.]

It's not your ideology I'm opposed to. We've got a lot in common. I...appreciate what you're doing here.

And... [They hesitate for only a moment.] I can't promise much. But you know that you have a friend should you require it.

the way we work is not too different either, Mx. Frisk....
we both work with information and truth to achieve our goals...
i simply work behind closed doors and you work out in the open....

[They say it matter-of-factly, no remorse in their voice. Napstablook's role is not to aquire allies. They work with secrets, not with people, and they're fine with that.

Not suprisingly, then, the child's use of the word "friend" obviounsly catches them off guard and they look a little embarrassed. They're starting to care too much about this kid.]

i...
i'll keep that in mind....

[Maybe it's true. But the Resistance has also resorted to violence - maybe because they've had to, but Frisk prefers not to think they're that far gone just yet. That there's still a chance for a peaceful resolution. There has to be. What good are they otherwise?]

Thank you for everything.

[And it's clear Ghost has been concerned for them, regardless of how they might endeavor to maintain a sense of professional objectivity.

And, well, Frisk can understand that too.]

you're welcome, Mx. Frisk....

[A hint of a smile graces their face. Perhaps their vision of the future is naieve, but it's that idealism that Napstablook will fight for.]

...now, get out there and change some minds.

[They incline their head faintly, a warm parody of a bow.]

Thank you, Mx. Ghost. Maybe I'll see you again.

Hey, brother, what you thinking? Leave that old record spinning...

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