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lostcarnival2018-03-10 12:30 pm
spaghettimonster) wrote in lostcarnival2018-03-10 12:30 pm
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You may ask yourself [closed]
Who: Papyrus, 9S, & Foster
When: S2: D23
Where: Wismuth
What: Star Guardian 9S and familiar Foster confront one of the Harbingers
Warnings: Foster, discussion of murder & mind control & torture, general harbingering
It's been a week, and their orders are still the same. Go out and use your powers. Cause confusion, chaos, and fear without killing. Distract the people who might interfere with CY-Ren's plans.
...Well. Even that's a generous outline of her orders. It was closer to, "go out, and see what you can do! Cause some messes! Just don't destroy the city, I'll need them later." Some simple throwaway order for people who wouldn't really contribute. Papyrus added the rest himself, to make it seem like more, fill in the obvious gaps she just hadn't bothered to say.
It's not that he minds being some afterthought aid, or that she seems to be dragging her feet. He doesn't, really. Because she's CY-Ren and she's so cool and he loves her, somehow. Not that love or loyalty mean anything, anymore, but when he wants to go up to her to ask what's going on, what can he do to make this go faster, anything that reeks of questioning her or doubting her... Something in him clenches up in dread and self-disgust, in a way it didn't even when he dusted his own brother, and he can't.
So he mostly avoids the penthouse. Travels around, mostly untransformed, and watches how the people of the city respond to what everyone's done so far. The scattered conversations wondering, what's going on? There's been so many mysterious disasters, should they leave? Laughing the rumors off, surely the stories are exaggerated. Talking enthusiastically about the upcoming charity concert, marveling that they managed to get tickets, they get to see her...
And, occasionally he does transform. Like right now, striding out into the street, glowering at the people around him and posing impressively tall... before he shoots a couple bones up into the air to crash together and rain small shards of dust, piercing into peoples' hearts and letting them see his nightmares. Fireworks of bad waking dreams, without the fire, or color, or explosions.
Once, he would have called them pointless, and laughed about the pun, and made sure they didn't hurt anyone. Now, well. It's just fair to share.
When: S2: D23
Where: Wismuth
What: Star Guardian 9S and familiar Foster confront one of the Harbingers
Warnings: Foster, discussion of murder & mind control & torture, general harbingering
It's been a week, and their orders are still the same. Go out and use your powers. Cause confusion, chaos, and fear without killing. Distract the people who might interfere with CY-Ren's plans.
...Well. Even that's a generous outline of her orders. It was closer to, "go out, and see what you can do! Cause some messes! Just don't destroy the city, I'll need them later." Some simple throwaway order for people who wouldn't really contribute. Papyrus added the rest himself, to make it seem like more, fill in the obvious gaps she just hadn't bothered to say.
It's not that he minds being some afterthought aid, or that she seems to be dragging her feet. He doesn't, really. Because she's CY-Ren and she's so cool and he loves her, somehow. Not that love or loyalty mean anything, anymore, but when he wants to go up to her to ask what's going on, what can he do to make this go faster, anything that reeks of questioning her or doubting her... Something in him clenches up in dread and self-disgust, in a way it didn't even when he dusted his own brother, and he can't.
So he mostly avoids the penthouse. Travels around, mostly untransformed, and watches how the people of the city respond to what everyone's done so far. The scattered conversations wondering, what's going on? There's been so many mysterious disasters, should they leave? Laughing the rumors off, surely the stories are exaggerated. Talking enthusiastically about the upcoming charity concert, marveling that they managed to get tickets, they get to see her...
And, occasionally he does transform. Like right now, striding out into the street, glowering at the people around him and posing impressively tall... before he shoots a couple bones up into the air to crash together and rain small shards of dust, piercing into peoples' hearts and letting them see his nightmares. Fireworks of bad waking dreams, without the fire, or color, or explosions.
Once, he would have called them pointless, and laughed about the pun, and made sure they didn't hurt anyone. Now, well. It's just fair to share.