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

chara. the answer is chara.

[inconsequence]

We can. Personally, I'm not in the market for hope.

[Hope is for people who still have something to look forward to.]

FFFFF

[welcomeprofessor]

You'd be surprised how many people think that at first.

[They're still here. That's "something.]

[inconsequence]

[Through no fault of their own, they assure you.]

Uh-oh! Are you going to try to change my worldview, sir?

[welcomeprofessor]

I'd never dream of it.

[Because he wants that to be a choice. Semantics.]

[inconsequence]

Liar.

[He's an adult. What else is he good for?]

If you've grand plans to prove that there's somehow some manner of good in the world, I'd suggest you abandon that little mission from god now, and save yourself the trouble.

[welcomeprofessor]

Who said anything about god? [Again, semantics. It's far from over.]

[inconsequence]

You're derailing.

[And they flaunt their hypocrisy once again. Not that they care.]

[welcomeprofessor]

Am I? [Stalling is more accurate, but in essence, it means the same thing.] Sorry, force of habit.

[inconsequence]

[Ah, yes, wonderful. Apologies that mean nothing, because he's going to keep on doing it, no doubt. He can't help what he is, perhaps, but he can certainly help what he does.]

I'm not surprised; humans have that tendency.

[welcomeprofessor]

I suppose so. [He won't point out the several fallacies here that point to similar hypocrisy. It isn't particularly salient at present. Nor does he note that technically he isn't wholly human either.]

[inconsequence]

What? No token argument? No banter about the merits of debating misanthropy with a child?

[welcomeprofessor]

I'd hardly call them merits, but... [a sigh] you might be surprised how often misanthropy is dinner table conversation.

[inconsequence]

I can't say I'd blame those responsible!

[Humanity is a blight. Is it any shocker that they're just as bad?]

[welcomeprofessor]

It isn't about blame. [At least he hopes not. He tries, anyway, though he would be lying to say the conversation never veered in that direction in the middle of an impassioned plea.]

Believe me, I know the depths to which mankind can plummet. What they can do. ["They." Like it's separate. An innocuous little thing that could be understood in many ways.] But you can help them see something better. Do better. Be better.

[inconsequence]

[He's not making this easy, is he. Insistent on bending this conversation into something more complicated than it needs to be, optimistically presuming that they're capable of more than what they are.

Smile.

Smile. Give nothing back.]

Alas. I think you've gotten your children mixed up, sir. See, I'm the bad one. The would-be messiah you're looking for is someone else entirely!

[welcomeprofessor]

I don't believe that. And given your motivations [as much as he disagrees thoroughly with the execution and still finds it more harmful than righteous], I don't think you do either.

[inconsequence]

What is it I think then, sir? Seeing as you seem to know better than I do!

[welcomeprofessor]

I wouldn't presume.

[Except he could. Easily. In the same room, however...]

That's something you'll need to square with yourself, isn't it?

[inconsequence]

[A laugh, coldly disbelieving. Oh, no. Of course nnot.]

If we ever feel that I'm worth establishing as some sort of person worth that much, certainly!