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entrancelogs2016-10-01 01:30 pm
fulllifeconsequences) wrote in entrancelogs2016-10-01 01:30 pm
Entry tags:
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- gravity falls: stanley pines,
- gravity falls: wendy corduroy,
- heroes: peter petrelli,
- lost girl: kenzi malikov,
- lucifer: lucifer morningstar,
- marvel: clint barton,
- marvel: darcy lewis,
- marvel: natasha romanoff,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- penny dreadful: victor frankenstein,
- persona 4: seta souji,
- the amazing spider-man: peter parker,
- the picture of dorian gray: dorian gray,
- the vampire diaries: damon salvatore,
- the vampire diaries: elena gilbert,
- the vampire diaries: katherine pierce,
- the vampire diaries: klaus mikaelson,
- the walking dead game: clementine,
- uncharted: rafe adler,
- undertale: chara,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- undertale: toriel,
- voltron: pidge gunderson
[OPEN MINGLE] Or perhaps in Slytherin
Who: Slytherin House! (And friends and visitors, of course!)
Where: Slytherin Common Room, Quidditch Pitch, various places around Hogwarts
When: Duration of the event
Rating: G (will edit as necessary)
Summary: Slytherin open log!
The Story:
The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in carved chairs.
The common room has changed, somewhat, from its historical description, thanks to the decorative powers of one Mettaton. Though it still extends beneath the lake and thus retains a greenish, aquatic cast, it's much more brightly lit, its cold, damp atmosphere replaced with dazzling MTT-brand warmth. Even the giant squid, occasionally peering in as it does its rounds of the lake, seems just a shade more glamorous inside such a charming space.
Students - and a ghost or two - can be found nestled within its confines, plotting mischief around the fire, studiously doing their homework (as good students do), or perhaps trading Chocolate Frog trading cards. Though Slytherin is not especially well-known for its wide-open, trusting nature, Slytherins are known for not snitching on each other; if a guest or two were to creep in for a while, then odds are, nobody saw anything.
Where: Slytherin Common Room, Quidditch Pitch, various places around Hogwarts
When: Duration of the event
Rating: G (will edit as necessary)
Summary: Slytherin open log!
The Story:
The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in carved chairs.
The common room has changed, somewhat, from its historical description, thanks to the decorative powers of one Mettaton. Though it still extends beneath the lake and thus retains a greenish, aquatic cast, it's much more brightly lit, its cold, damp atmosphere replaced with dazzling MTT-brand warmth. Even the giant squid, occasionally peering in as it does its rounds of the lake, seems just a shade more glamorous inside such a charming space.
Students - and a ghost or two - can be found nestled within its confines, plotting mischief around the fire, studiously doing their homework (as good students do), or perhaps trading Chocolate Frog trading cards. Though Slytherin is not especially well-known for its wide-open, trusting nature, Slytherins are known for not snitching on each other; if a guest or two were to creep in for a while, then odds are, nobody saw anything.
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"A little bit, but I'm so naturally talented that I think I should be fine if I just study a bit."
He takes a breath. Steady now, Mettaton.
"I actually have something I want to speak to you about."
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"i figured as much... what is it? you can tell me anything, you know that..."
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No. That's selfish. This isn't his choice to make. It's Napstablook's, and as their family, Mettaton wants to make sure that they have all the options available to them.
"I know. Which is why I wanted to talk. I've been working on a project for awhile now and I wanted your... input."
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They tilt their head towards a small table in the corner. "sure...wanna sit?"
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"You say that like you yourself can sit."
But he walks over all the same, taking a tentative seat, putting the stack of papers on the table.
"It's certainly best to be away from the others here. I don't want them to overhear anything."
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"is it that bad?" They blink up at him.
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"I wouldn't say that it is bad, per se, but it's certainly not a casual subject matter."
He picks up the papers just to have something to fiddle with, then looks his cousin in the eyes.
"This project of mine has to deal with... death. And magic. And how those work together to make ghosts."
He almost continues for a moment, but holds himself back. Let's see how they react to that first.
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"It's less what I want to know, and more of what you may want to know."
He takes a breath.
"I think I may have found a full proof way to allow a ghost to pass on into the next life, if they so wish, without the violence of an exorcism. And I was wondering if maybe you would be interested in that?"
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ok i'm done
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"I've been researching this sort of thing for awhile now. After I saw your current predicament and how lonely you were here before I came along, I wanted to ensure that you'd never be left like that again."
He slides the papers forward, and on it Napstablook can see complex magical diagrams, along with footnotes and sources to various magical tomes and publications, as well as a... treatise of sorts on his Magical Death Theory.
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"i assume... you know that it was a decision to stay, right?"
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He shakes his head. He really needs to come up with better terms for this sort of thing.
"I just know that this is my last year here, and you always mentioned how wonderful it was to have family, and I wanted to make sure that you wouldn't be stuck somewhere you didn't want to be once I was gone."
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But then they'd be.... dead? They already are dead, but....
Their brow knits.
"how..... how long did you say you've been working on this?"
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"About 7 years, give or take. I started on this halfway through my first year here. It started out as just an idle curiosity but now..."
He gestures to the stack. "Now it has become something greater."
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"i... why didn't you.... tell me? ...until now, i mean."
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Mettaton looks so pleased. He's done it. He's assured Napstablook's future, whatever way they want it.
"I didn't want to run the risk of getting your hopes up and then having them dashed because my theory and magic wasn't good enough."
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Napstablook's voice is softer than usual but other than that their neutral, deadpan expression doesn't give away any emotion. How do you go about refusing something like this politely? How do you say no to something someone put so much of their heart into without breaking it in the process?
"thank you....um.... you know i'm.....
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....quite content with the way things are now, right?"
Seven years. He's been planning a way to get rid of them for seven years.
No, he doesn't mean it like that, he couldn't...
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"Yes, I know you're content now but what if you're not content later? What if, a few years down the line, you feel like being trapped here isn't want you want? You'd have no choice but to accept your fate! I can't let my favorite cousin be bound to the laws of life and death if I can give them an out!"
This is all so casual to him. He has no idea how out of touch he really is.
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They try to put it gently, try not to show emotion, but to no avail. A tear slides down their cheek.
"Mettaton..... i.....i really appreciate this but... i don't want to die...."
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“Oh. But. I mean. You’re already dead. You haven’t been alive for 112 years. This wouldn’t kill you!”
Why are they crying?
“I’m sorry, did I upset you?”
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Mettaton please check your living privilege
LITERLITERALLY
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