the littlest edgelord (
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Entry tags:
- dragon age: marian hawke,
- dragon age: neriel lavellan,
- inception: arthur,
- marvel 616: lorna dane,
- mcu: peter parker,
- mcu: tony stark,
- mcu: wanda maximoff (crau),
- metal gear: liquid snake,
- undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- undertale: frisk,
- x-men movies: charles xavier,
- x-men movies: james "logan" howlet,
- x-men movies: kurt wagner,
- x-men movies: marie d'ancanto | rogue
voice; i have absolutely zero interest in friendship, i have absolutely zero interest in jokes
[Ordinarily text is their preferred method of communication. It is simple, to the point, and allows them ample time to compose their response with as many polysyllabic words as possible, as if that might compensate for their apparent youth. But there is little to no time for that, now. So the transmission, when it occurs, is audio only.
The tone of the speaker is that of a child's - albeit a cold, brisk, and businesslike one.]
Some time ago, it seems that a significant portion of the Moira's crew, when it existed, was abducted by a group of interdimensional slavers. They were held against their will. Exploited for the purposes of others.
[A hiss of a match being struck, and the crackle of something being set alight, and the voice continues:]
There were children among them.
[A moment. A halting intake of breath, the fluid cadence of their speech disrupted. Muzzling the impulse that swells in their chest, the boiling ember of rage that eats at what passes for a SOUL, for one such as them. Expression flat, words dull. Control. Control. Always, control.
Speak as though nothing is wrong.]
I am transmitting the Ingress signature one may use to access this world. Those that possess a conscience, or those that simply wish to have something to fight - [The last word twists into something else, a live snake coiling into a promise.] - I would encourage you to take action.
private to METTATON:
The way is open. Try not to get killed.
[Attached is the Ingress signature. They've already wasted more words than he's worth, honestly, but if something should happen to him, both Frisk and Asriel will very likely have something to say about it.]
private to ASRIEL and FRISK:
I will be away on a mission of sorts for a few days. Do not worry about me, and please, do not follow. I am well equipped for the task.
[[ooc: head on down to the mingle log if u want to do a slaver ass-kicking]]
The tone of the speaker is that of a child's - albeit a cold, brisk, and businesslike one.]
Some time ago, it seems that a significant portion of the Moira's crew, when it existed, was abducted by a group of interdimensional slavers. They were held against their will. Exploited for the purposes of others.
[A hiss of a match being struck, and the crackle of something being set alight, and the voice continues:]
There were children among them.
[A moment. A halting intake of breath, the fluid cadence of their speech disrupted. Muzzling the impulse that swells in their chest, the boiling ember of rage that eats at what passes for a SOUL, for one such as them. Expression flat, words dull. Control. Control. Always, control.
Speak as though nothing is wrong.]
I am transmitting the Ingress signature one may use to access this world. Those that possess a conscience, or those that simply wish to have something to fight - [The last word twists into something else, a live snake coiling into a promise.] - I would encourage you to take action.
private to METTATON:
The way is open. Try not to get killed.
[Attached is the Ingress signature. They've already wasted more words than he's worth, honestly, but if something should happen to him, both Frisk and Asriel will very likely have something to say about it.]
private to ASRIEL and FRISK:
I will be away on a mission of sorts for a few days. Do not worry about me, and please, do not follow. I am well equipped for the task.
[[ooc: head on down to the mingle log if u want to do a slaver ass-kicking]]
Text
[His real one. The one he wished he always had.]
Text
don't go. please.
[He can't lose Chara to an awful place like that, he doesn't want them to go through what he did.]
Text
They're the friend you wish you always had. They're more a part of your family than I ever was. Perhaps they always have been.
Text
But they weren't. Asriel didn't know how, and he didn't know why they never answered him if they were there the whole time. The thought hurts, but he has to push that aside right now. Because he's going to lose his sibling if he doesn't.]
i'm not lying
[What he said then was hurtful. He meant it to be. All of his frustrations, anguish, and sheer despair he unleashed on Frisk in a fit of childish anger. At Chara, as he tried to justify his actions to Frisk so that he wouldn't spend his last moments regretting what he's done. And he can't take back what he said, and he's not sure if Chara would believe him anymore if he told them that's not how he feels now.]
what i said back then
that's not how things are right now
please. i love you both.
don't go to the outpost, chara. it's so much worse than what we saw on the surface. the things that they do t yyou
[Asriel's hands tremble a little as he types. It's a place that's worse than any Underground prison, it's worse than a villager full of terrified humans, and Chara won't come back.]
don't go
Text
As if they have to ask. As if anyone does.]
And now I will make it right.
No one will ever hurt you or anyone else that way ever again.