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entrancelogs2017-01-17 06:36 pm
normandysbest) wrote in entrancelogs2017-01-17 06:36 pm
[CLOSED] i'm coming apart at the seams, pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams
Who: Shepard, Toriel, Chara, and Legion, though not all at the same time
Where: Outside the pyramid and later inside it
When: During the Past Lives event; individual prompts marked
Rating: PG-13 or above for some bloodshed and also trauma!!!!
Summary: Two closed prompts for the Past Lives event. Alt title: Shepard has a No Good Very Bad Set Of Days And Really Would Just Like A Nap Or Something, Please.
The Story:
i. [closed to toriel and chara, 1/14] what a match, i am half doomed and you're semi-sweet
[Despite everything, Shepard appreciated Toriel's dedication to turning what could've been a really horrifying event into something rather pleasant. She certainly didn't have the peace of mind to suggest any kind of outing, much less a nice picnic with Chara, but hey, she'd much rather be doing this than sitting around in a pyramid feeling like garbage because of the heat.
Seriously, though, who invented sand and where can Shepard go to complain.it's coarse and rough and gets EVERYWHERE
But hey. She can work with this. At least with all the old-timey outfits, Wonderland was nice enough to give her some pants. And a handgun. She'd prefer more than that, but y'know what, fine, fine, it's just. Fine.]
Well, I think there are worse things we could be doing with our time, huh?
ii. [closed to legion, 1/16] and i'd promise you anything for another shot at life
[This event has not been kind.
Provided this is really an event at all, of course, not something she made up- thoughts of other worlds and escape from overlords and a hero who could go anywhere but here. It's a nice thought. She wants to believe it's who she is. But even if she's separated from them, the pull of the Leviathans are strong, and she has to remind herself that she has no escape. Even if it would be far happier if that's what was fake.
She's found herself a secluded corner, somewhere off and away to curl up and put her head down, just to stop all the conflict. What is she doing? Why is this happening? Why can't she remember, why can't she remember...
She'll hardly notice anyone around her until they're close, at which point she'll tighten in on herself, try and get further away. She just needs to wait this out. It'll fix itself.
Probably.]
Where: Outside the pyramid and later inside it
When: During the Past Lives event; individual prompts marked
Rating: PG-13 or above for some bloodshed and also trauma!!!!
Summary: Two closed prompts for the Past Lives event. Alt title: Shepard has a No Good Very Bad Set Of Days And Really Would Just Like A Nap Or Something, Please.
The Story:
i. [closed to toriel and chara, 1/14] what a match, i am half doomed and you're semi-sweet
[Despite everything, Shepard appreciated Toriel's dedication to turning what could've been a really horrifying event into something rather pleasant. She certainly didn't have the peace of mind to suggest any kind of outing, much less a nice picnic with Chara, but hey, she'd much rather be doing this than sitting around in a pyramid feeling like garbage because of the heat.
Seriously, though, who invented sand and where can Shepard go to complain.
But hey. She can work with this. At least with all the old-timey outfits, Wonderland was nice enough to give her some pants. And a handgun. She'd prefer more than that, but y'know what, fine, fine, it's just. Fine.]
Well, I think there are worse things we could be doing with our time, huh?
ii. [closed to legion, 1/16] and i'd promise you anything for another shot at life
[This event has not been kind.
Provided this is really an event at all, of course, not something she made up- thoughts of other worlds and escape from overlords and a hero who could go anywhere but here. It's a nice thought. She wants to believe it's who she is. But even if she's separated from them, the pull of the Leviathans are strong, and she has to remind herself that she has no escape. Even if it would be far happier if that's what was fake.
She's found herself a secluded corner, somewhere off and away to curl up and put her head down, just to stop all the conflict. What is she doing? Why is this happening? Why can't she remember, why can't she remember...
She'll hardly notice anyone around her until they're close, at which point she'll tighten in on herself, try and get further away. She just needs to wait this out. It'll fix itself.
Probably.]
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[A human child may be stronger than most monsters, but Toriel doubts that means they're strong enough to stop whatever it is that's coming after them.
And really, Toriel highly doubts that fighting them off won't be necessary. She wants to be completely sure, and she's thankful for Jane agreeing to ask... but most likely, whatever it is following them is not interested in speaking.]
Seeing as how it is the only notable landmark, that seems like the safest option. Hopefully others will be there, who will be able to offer assistance.
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Maybe it's just an animal. Maybe it'll get scared off by the noise we make. Maybe it'll lose interest.
[They don't really believe any of that with much confidence.]
Maybe we should fight it after all, because it went and ruined your nice picnic!
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[She doesn't quite get the chance to go past that, though, before the first of many of the pygmies crests the treeline behind them, and Shepard can tell from a single look that anything skeletal and screaming is not interested in anything resembling a friendly conversation, especially since the one out front is waving a spear.]
Oh, damnit-- go, go, go!
[She breaks into a sprint, firing a quick warning shot just past the attacker's head, hoping against hope the sound will scare them off.]
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Whoever you are, we would appreciate it if you would stop chasing us!! We do not mean you any harm!!
[The only response that Toriel's request gets in turn is more beastly screaming- it was worth a shot, but as she suspected, whatever is chasing them does not seem to possess any sort of intelligence or reason.
And they also seem to be quite fast, as is Shephard- certainly faster than a child's legs can keep up with.]
Please forgive me for this.
[She whispers it quickly, and quickly scoops Chara up, preparing herself for any kicking or biting that may result. But she's not leaving them to fall behind.]