voice; i have absolutely zero interest in friendship, i have absolutely zero interest in jokes

[inconsequence]

[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]]

Comments

[coercive]

Laura.

[She introduces herself in return, her voice sounding a little clipped and distant. She's struggling to keep hold of the slight measure of control she's been taught to have in her time here.

Her mind thinks of her dad, and how he won't like this.

It makes her sad to realize that she's going to have to do this anyway. He won't have to know. Except none of this is private so good job, Laura.]

I want to be good.

[She sounds close to tears.]

But I have to help.

[Bad people gotta go down so they can't harm any other kids.]

[inconsequence]

[They messed something up. Wow, and all they did was introduce themself! This is why they make people play that little Game of name the fallen human, because this, this right here - it's already ruined something! Brought her close to tears!

They should laugh.

All they manage is a high, thin noise, like a wire being stretched past its breaking point, far too strangled to be genuine.]

There is no cause nobler than justice.

[coercive]

[Laura wishes she could explain her thoughts and her emotions. But she doesn't understand them and therefore can't explain them. So she just shakes her head, the motion curt and jerky.]

No. It will be punishment.

[inconsequence]

Same thing.

[A smile, because that's - what they're best, truly. A flash of merriment that suits the shape of their face, those pink-warmed, rosy cheeks, a little too well.]